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[title] => Keeping it Austin
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[bodytext] => A city’s wealth is not measured by her skyscrapers Her bustling subways or concrete jungles Her city blocks paved in zigzagging grids Her elitist, politicians, statues, or stars It’s not found in local newspapers or chronicles It’s not necessarily seen or heard Smelled, touched, or sensed by the brave It’s a feeling felt by those who live there Culture is the fuel that ignites a city’s fire Alive at night and awake during the day It has a life of its own making Beckoning people closer like the sun to the trees It’s not big enough to find yourself lost Or small enough to be too boring It’s the right size and it fits you well When you leave a part of it travels along The city limits shine a starry night And beneath its gold lies something great Is it the live music sounding loud? For all cities have it in their own right Or is it the green beltways that grow wild? The creeks, rivers, and springs soaking the Texas heat What is it that makes such a city breathe? While others cough and choke on themselves Perhaps it is in the atmosphere far above An invisible blanket wrapping her warm Separating her spirit from the earth Beating the lifeblood of its people With endless notes howling in forgotten dreams Filling the countless buckets of blood time has spilled Where 6th street has moaned its waning footfalls Of the many wandering souls both lost and gone Yet, no matter where you come from What walk of life your feet carry What kind of music your ears favor What type of person you are Rather a hipster, yuppie, punk, or geek An outcast of a former misplaced life You will find something in Austin …Worth calling home But don’t change her into something she’s not The worst part of California Tied with the tallness of New York Let her grow like a child but not too fast Always remembering her greatness While carrying her forward Let our hearts tell it true For keeping it weird is keeping it real …And keeping it real Is keeping it Austin [comments] => 0 [counter] => 108 [topic] => 43 [informant] => zedwards [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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