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The place to be:
Visit Freeway Park today, before dusk. The autumn leaves are red and gold. The concrete is wet and cold.
I have a bird I like to hold.
Yum. They taste better, wrapped in gold.
The concrete is wet and warm if it's freshly urinated upon.
I walk through the park on my way home from work. About a month ago, I was headed home, and I saw a rather rotund lad practicing his "Parkour". (I think that's what it's called.) He attemted to hurdle one of the walls, but got tripped up and fall flat on his face. It was one of the single funniest things I have ever witnessed.
Please stop it now. It's getting old.
That park scares the fuck out of me at night. I don't even like walking past it.
The park is lovely, cold and wet
But I've a dental appointment yet
And miles to go before I sleep
Of nitrous oxide, dark and deep.
Tricks bought and sold.
Used Condoms, dirty needles and rats the size a yer head. (I'm told)
It's rather pleasant watching this unfold.
(see my URL, below)
We see them come
we see them go
some are fast
and some are slow
some are high
and some are low
not one of them is like another:
Don't ask me why-
Go ask your mother!
This park, especially the Super Steep Staircase of Doom, is the most inhuman scary dark place, even on the nicest of days.
The pumpkins are now growing mold.
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