Dawn
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Melvina Germain
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Stella heard the hurdy gurdy sound,
in the throng of a city street.
Thick accents speaking softly upon
church steps up ahead and the
grone of homeless mates trying to
sleep beneath the hedge. A pungent
scent of whiskey hung in the wind,
while a lonesome hooded stranger
took refuge near an opened garbage
bin...
Written by: Melvina Germain
Date: April 22/2014
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