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In the afternoon of early winter, so called
The sun shone forty five degrees from the west
Swept through the concrete city of angels walls
Where green plotches popped among the rest
Cars after cars roaming thru and fro
to nowhere
The clouds snoozed quietly above the still weather
Skyscrapers absorbed intense heat and glare
Thick smog simmered around those lifeless fingers
Bangkok oh Bangkok I could feel the tremble
Of its people under the heat of winter
A man walked sweaty on both ankles
Bangkok in winter was just like living under the heater
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