Escape
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Practicing Poetess
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Screaming traffic
And all the masked faces downtown
And all the tall buildings
With computers and ticker-tape
Are crowding out
Beauty, sensitivity, originality- -
De-personalizing everything.
Perhaps rolling hills
And fragrant fields and meadows
And wooded areas
Would restore my lost life- -
But not if I go to them alone.
No; I'll take one thing from the city along- -
I'll take you.
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