there?
i ask.
you're so lethargic
and depressed.
it rains, it rains, it rains.
it's cold
too.
the crime,
the streets are littered
with lost
souls,
discarded trash.
there's a cloud
of despair
hanging over
the blue green
city
why
plant your flag in such
a horrible
place.
why?
the coffee, he says,
you wouldn't believe it,
the coffee's great.
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