<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511443" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Morning Streets</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Muddied pools soak shoes <br>on grey pavements <br>as men in suits walk by <br>and children's voices squeak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I sit inside a metal box, <br>a small car (Eco friendly) <br>reliving last night's sexy treats<br>a saucy smile on my lips.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mothers run their kids to school, <br>workmen whistle, loud and rude <br>but all I muster is <br>a sleepy stare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Traffic roars as rain cascades, <br>fashion trends float by, <br>as mindless plebs dropp litter <br>on the streets.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jail bait girlies, half nude, all tattooed<br>wearing killer, ladies shoes, <br>totter by the bus stop <br>as men's eyes glaze and pop.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Last nights drunks look pale faced now, <br>swaying along crowded roads<br>as if they're doing <br>tangos in the breeze.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They rock and roll and trip and fall<br>looking ragged in the dawn<br>as hungry dogs <br>use legs as their latrines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shops throw up their blinds at last<br>as pensioners join morning queues <br>and police car sirens blast, <br>confounding brains.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I pull into the drive at work, <br>some guy's blocked my way, the jerk, <br>and stumble in <br>to grab my morning tea.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ruth+Walters">Ruth Walters</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511443" data-title="Morning Streets de Ruth Walters" data-description="Muddied pools soak shoes on grey pavements as men in suits walk by and children's voices squeak. I sit inside a metal box, a small car (Eco friendly) reliving last night's sexy treats a saucy smile on my lips. Mothers run their kids to scho..."></div> </div> </div>

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