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City Wire Zap

The sluggish clouds hang low upon the town,

And from yon lamp in chilled and sodden rays

The feeble light gropes through the heavy mist

And dies, extinguished in the stagnant maze.


From moisty eaves the drops fall slowly down

To strike with leaden sound the walk below,

And in dark, murky pools upon the street

The water stands, as lacking life to flow.


With hopeless brain, oppressed and sad at heart,

Toil's careworn slave turns out his flickering light

And treads in dreams his dulling round again,

Where weary day succeeds to dismal night.


- Night in the City, by Ellis Parker Butler

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Taken on June 1, 2007