February 18, 2010
Sun beating down on the black asphalt
After a refreshing rain
Steam lingers near the ground
Dancing with everybody who rushes past
The crowd is woven together in a special pattern
You have to find where you fit
And keep going no matter what
Horns are blaring and sirens are screaming
A low mumble of voices mush together
Just some background music
For a hectic day
The smell of restraunts filled for lunch break
Bundles of unique people
Scatter around
Trying to find some space in this crazy place
But this is Philly

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