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Posted on August 27, 2013 by johnmannpoems
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Chicago Calls Mr. Mann

Sidewalks sizzle with Blues.
Here the people eat suffering.
Come west from the lake.
The river has turned green.
Miracle streets follow one
upon another. Grief is
only a few steps away.
Stop and listen. Put your hand
on the gun of the world.

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