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Standing on a corner time forgot,
the businesses all ran from town.
I'm exhaling winter steam.

The sidewalk ends about this spot,
or maybe more but it's run down,
and no more can be seen.

Empty storefronts and old adverts,
for products no ones known for years,
I shiver and close my jacket tight.

I wonder if the corner could revert,
when summer time appears,
some poor soul could mend this sight.

But most just don't come anymore,
even the drifters have long made their way,
so too am I just passing through.

I feel I should take up the chore,
but even should I choose to stay,
what more, really, could I do?