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Crumbling
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Chillin...Oh how I cherish those days. |
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| An empty train flys by. |
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As the car speeds into the uncertain future there is only a distant memory of the past, soon to be lost forever. |
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| The city lives and breaths. It is a reflection of humanity. Good and Bad... |
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The never ending train tracks. |
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| The telephone wires cover the city like bandages, with arms outstretched glaring downward. |
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Monument
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Chip Lehman
1213 Maple
Evanston, IL 60202
847 332 1870
fax 847 332 1890
antiwar12@aol.com
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