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Signs

By the traffic lights
the Indian grocer
promises FOO    VALUE
while over Piccadilly
the red and white neon
of the Coke sign insists
It's the Real Th  g
to Eros' downturned stony face. 

People are so casual
you'd almost think
it was a matter of
complete indifference
whether or not
you understood things
they have to say,
things like
take the plung
and
I th nk
I  ove
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