Golden Glades
By Jackson North
Where many homeless hang around
And Golden Glades is bringing traffic
For their funds
They hang their garments
And standing bottles pose in line
Some flash their signs, a cigarette
And toast a god bless, overdosed
Men of the law go on the go
Ambulances, siren and a horn can really blow
Some beeping, cursing, cruising
And the hours go while cash peeps on the flow
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