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Chinatown-I
By Paul Cameron Brown
As they are crawling up to you
think of Angor Wat
the sweating walls
cold in stone
steam broiling in the jungle;
or, that most ancient of men,
the Chinese beggar
the thin rinds of his skin
like scented apples or
kimonos slipped off to dry
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