Summer in Philly
Walking past pyramids of old,
A gee-tar dances on a grave
And I wonder about the city’s soul.
What once was old now is new,
Cleaned and shined up bright.
But underneath these tracks eschewed,
Still lies the same old night.
How did scores of homeless come to live at the Convention Center?
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