The Old Neighborhood
<p><strong>Stride across familiar concrete<br />
No map needed, led by my feet<br />
Musical notes from a second story window<br />
As the smoke from a bus fills the air</strong></p>
<p><strong>Aroma and scent of breads and dough<br />
Flavors and odors that forever I’ll know<br />
Young one's groups walking past<br />
They're up to something, going too fast</strong></p>
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