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- M. Renae Dubois
- Apr 25
- 1 min read
Pushed along in the crowd goes
The tourist in some awe
She can't believe the sight and sound
Of markets here outdoors
In the evening they're walking
The crowd drags them along
The push and pull the energy
Of the locals in the throng
The smells of spicy cooking
The stinging in her nose
It brings a little moisture
Her eyes she has to close
The lights above the stalls appear
To be put up every day
She wonders what the place looks like
When the sun shines its accusing gaze
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