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Having Walked the Tight-Lipped Jersey Streets

Having walked the tight-lipped Jersey streets, A house to every inward-turning love, Peaceful, neat, above all else secure, Pausing, I am ravished by their beauty. Years will tell the stories of these streets; Each house, the joy of its secluded love, As children come and go, indulged, secure, Singed or not by life's most awesome beauty. There is no quarter on these death-strewn streets, Each house the scene of terror, pain, and love, Redeemed alone by the passion of its beauty. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.