If you live in a small town, I’m guessing
That
you know everyone that you meet,
Plus
their families as well
As
the stories they’d tell;
From
such knowledge you cannot retreat.
In
the city, the opposite happens.
Most
strangers you never will know.
Those
you see for a while
May
engender a smile
But
there’s rarely much more than hello.
As
an urbanite, I can defend this.
To
call us unfriendly’s not fair.
We
keep to ourselves
And
if somebody delves
‘Neath
the surface, we’d rather not share.
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