The street songs come with the spring: One of the fleeting joys of living on a city street. The sounds of young poets practicing out loud their raps and spoken word poems as they walk by. Original or not, they own the words - drifting three floors up - strong, clear voices and then fading away, trailing south or north. I strain to hear more, to hear the refrain.
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Roseann Weiss
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