Dixie
Such a lonely bench
Beneath such a social tree.
Curled up underneath her shadow
Tucked away between mangled roots.
Deprived of the rain.
Night after night,
Staring into the eyes of the city lights
But
Nobody even glances that way.
Towards the sad bench.
Such a lonely bench.
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