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Linda S DeLuca
City of Lights
In this city of sin rushing! Nerves frazzled wondering if you will
win In this city of lights were the days turn into nights
without a warning you've lost sight, Deafening are the sounds
of machines excitement in the air or is it panic some forget
or care so caught up in the game, Step outside even the
weather will set you a flame, People scramble down the strip
as if they must hurry I watch wondering why young and old
look like their in a race only to get to the next casino, As they
scurry my mind goes back to my childhood when forbidden
was I to even go to where the people now bring their children
to this city they call sin hoping against all odds they will win.
Long ago wild horses ran the desert Wide open spaces took
the place of casinos were you now race, We were taught to
dose e doe and sing home on the range I don't remember
a time as a child that I could Rome free at least not on the
strip or downtown I call home, So say what you will and the
best of luck as you put your money in our till.
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