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Beautiful city

Beautiful city

Beautiful city,the centre and crater of
European confusion,
O you with your passsionate shriek for the
rights of an equal
humanity,
How often your Re-evolution has proven but
E -volution
Roll^€™d again back on itself in the tides
of civic insanity!
-Tennyson

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  1. Marisol LozanoMarch 21, 2014 at 7:20 PM

    What a beautiful city .A city who is center and crater of a Confucius European fusion.O you passionately exclaim the equality of human rights.How often do you start a revolution only to come with the same conclusion that explains evolution.The kind that brings you to your knees and realize the truth behind humanity's insanity.
    There is no rhyme scheme.The poem is written in a quick conversational tone.

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