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No parking Wednesdays at noon and the garbage lines the streets
 A cereal box with cartoons and a price tag way too steep
 And a fence that leans to the south around a yard with specks of grass
 And a dog with more teeth than mouth chained up sifting through trash
 That ice cream truck rolls too slow and the picture's black and white
 And the cabin up back still ain't cold and it's mostly out at night
 And there ain't no kids where it go and it don't play music right
 And a kid with a hoodie looks old under the traffic light
 That liquor store sells Patron but it just sits on the shelf
 And that Steel Reserve in the back practically sells itself
 And the Arab up at the front don't ever touch the stuff
 Single Swishers and blunts in a package opened up
 And a white tee XXXL make the men on the corners look tough
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 And the men on the corners have lines and the women walk by straight
 Bold black and red for sale signs posted up on the gates
 Of every other Victorian with wood over the windows
 And someone converses about Jordan's while wearing last year's Timbo's
 And a Chinese takeout menu decorates the gates with symbols
 And the cats are feral and fat and unreasonably nimble
 The trash is full to the top no cans or bottles in it
 Big bags being dragged down the street clanging and leaking liquid
 Expired tags on a Buick with one rim all in chrome
 And an older woman in stretch pants shuffles along too slow
 Pieces of flowers and a poem falling off a flickering light pole
 And a picture of someone it seems somebody used to know
 And a buzz in the air from a congregation of telephone wires
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 And on the wires are birds sitting tiny and black
 And tennis shoes from the 90's looking fine and intact
 And a cable awkwardly hanging never reaching a house
 And below it a stained up and soggy formerly leather couch
 And rainbow patterns of oil pooling in potholed cement
 And a screen door with no hinges hanging hopelessly bent
 And a Bentley dressing the cover of a car magazine
 And a Price Is Right crowd cheering on a television screen
 With a big bat jutting out and the color mostly green
 And a stove where one burner works and the oven should be cleaned
 And coupons clipped on the table waiting to be redeemed
 And a siren sings long and deep and the chopper's double meaned
 And the median is asleep so to wake and walk at strange things