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Boulevard (For my son).

The boulevard of broken dreams begins at the end of a snicket, with a shop selling guilt and poverty. Where, mostly men, scratch thin blue lines from short thin blue pens in short hopes of riches. Few walk out with happy visage.
Next an unsmiling heavily built, overly sweaty Armenian take away managers’ tattered emporiam. He exploits youngsters for their honest toil with pennies and always needs ...

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Stranger things

To discover a friend

Is so strange

The way of meeting

Is always rare

Minds in courtship

Feelings laid bare

Honesty given

Distrust is so easy

So how is it 


This friendship

What are the 


That declare

A bond for 


out there

A beautiful mind

I knew it for sure

When I heard

Of a flight

To mud compounds

And lost peo...

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