Out On The Street
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Mark Heathcote
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Out on the street
I hear the beat, the patter of feet
People and faces of those I meet
Friends and family those I greet.
I happily play out on the street
With friends, who share a treat?
A bonfire treacle toffee sweet
A smile-that's-knowingly-discreet.
Out on the street
I wonder at all the faces I meet
Some are solemn and full of deceit
Some amusing are incomplete
Others are just lonely in retreat.
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