A poem by Thomas Thornburg from Munseetown
O, when I was a child dancing
Summertimes when life was sweet,
I heard the gospel chapels sing
Their hymns of praise to Christ the King,
But life is stepped in chance, in chance,
On Rosemary Street:
And the king came,
And the king reign,
And the king be King Cocaine.
O, when I was an older child
In [...]

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