Finally, after almost a week,
Someone else was brave enough,
To cross the street and rest.
Poor soul he seems so tired,
As he lolls upon his trolley,
But here he finds tranquillity.
Not that what we have here,
Upon this island is peaceful,
In the truest sense of the word.
But upon this tiny island,
We are rescued from the crowds,
And can take some time to be.
I welcome this new development,
Because maybe I’ve helped to change the flow,
Of a city with few eyes open.
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