Some people are so much sunshine to the square inch.
And I or you pocketless of a dime, may purchase the pick of the earth.
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
Give me such shows–give me the streets of Manhattan!
Urge and urge and urge,Always the procreant urge of the world.
If you want me again look for me under your boot soles.
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