Georgetown
You will walk on
bricks surrounded with grass
You will hear the
birds and the wind
No car, no voice
It’s your footsteps
Bricks with English forms
Buildings of different
spirituality
Flags of hopes and
from home
White, Red, and Blue
No one is there
But you’ll feel
watched
They know who is who,
If not smiles will
jump to you
Plastic Hollywood neighborhood,
It’s the American dream,
Smells like fresh
clean wood,
And it’s a unique
theme
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