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Lewyn Addresses America

A little politics, a little urbanism- I also blog 100 percent on urbanism at and

The oil refinery near the Schuylkill

You can see from all around,

The air turns brown at twilight,
And north of the Vine Street Expressway, decay abounds.

There old neighborhoods softly slumber,
As people flee them all.
A city surrounded by hostile suburbs,
And at its heart – City Hall.

Oh, Philadelphia of brick,
of stone, and of bronze,
I am the lute for all your songs

But in Center City they build high-rises,
The squares fill with joyous crowd,
From Vine Street to South Street,

A city growing and proud.

Millenials priced out of Center City

Are moving south and west as well

Maybe we’ll live to see yuppies

Taking the Frankford El

Oh, Philadelphia of brick,
of stone and of bronze,
I am the harp for all your songs.

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