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02/02/09 - (1)
Super Bowl Exuberance
You can just tell — There's something in the mild evening air, Something beyond the stillness, The streets carrying far less humanity than usual (Indeed, they're as empty as a ghost town's). The entire city is at home, Mesmerized by the glow of titanic phantoms.
I suppose, in financial dire straits like these, People need relief, release, An ability to escape, for a few hours, an entire Sunday, Celebrate somebody else's victory, Commiserate with somebody else's defeat, That they might forget the demoralizing urgency Of their own merciless circumstances.
02/02/09 - (1)
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