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From dusk to dawn
The flurry of feet
Hurried along the street
The needs of the day
Their desire to meet.
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The street is a happy place to be
With many things that you get to see
Sometimes, it might even be a clown
Or a lady wearing a frown.
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At times, it’s a happy looking dog
With its owner going on a jog
Or the man with the briefcase
He seems to be quite in a haste.
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Some streets are dark
Some streets are light
Some streets are dirty
They’ll give you a fright
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Yet each street has its own soul
The heartbeats
Of the passing feet
That brings it to life.
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© Jacqueline Oby-Ikocha
Street, The Daily Post prompt.
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Loved it !! 😀
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Thanks dear 🙂
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🙂
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just lovely …. who would of thought someone could make a street sound so interesting 😀
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Thank you Daisy. Your comment makes me smile 🙂
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Beautiful poem. Loved it. You are a good observer of surroundings and environment.
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It’s more fun to keep our eyes open and soak it all in 🙂
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What a nice jog I had with you!
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You are good company Roo 🙂
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” Each street had its own soul,” of this thoroughly agree. There are streets you love to visit and others that are terrifying to go down.
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Thank you Mandi. Some streets are charming, some not quite as much 🙂
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