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Ayman Agbaria

Everyday

Everyday 
The sun arrives raising my hopes
And the need to buy more newspapers.
Everyday
The streets become longer
Affording me more possibilities
For forgetfulness and ads for cars.
Everyday
I see my neighbor punishing his dog
For nothing but barking
And beating his wife for being a woman.
Everyday
My friend pisses over the roses in the park.
He spits in the beggars\' palms
Granting them something from deep within.
Everyday
I draw moustaches on celebrities in the paper
Park my car in the disabled section
Learn to be blind and surprised
At the repeated frequency of incidents of silence.
Everyday
I hoist my bag on my shoulders
Shove my hands into my pockets
And dream how the world will change.

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Everyday

Everyday 
The sun arrives raising my hopes
And the need to buy more newspapers.
Everyday
The streets become longer
Affording me more possibilities
For forgetfulness and ads for cars.
Everyday
I see my neighbor punishing his dog
For nothing but barking
And beating his wife for being a woman.
Everyday
My friend pisses over the roses in the park.
He spits in the beggars\' palms
Granting them something from deep within.
Everyday
I draw moustaches on celebrities in the paper
Park my car in the disabled section
Learn to be blind and surprised
At the repeated frequency of incidents of silence.
Everyday
I hoist my bag on my shoulders
Shove my hands into my pockets
And dream how the world will change.

Everyday

Everyday 
The sun arrives raising my hopes
And the need to buy more newspapers.
Everyday
The streets become longer
Affording me more possibilities
For forgetfulness and ads for cars.
Everyday
I see my neighbor punishing his dog
For nothing but barking
And beating his wife for being a woman.
Everyday
My friend pisses over the roses in the park.
He spits in the beggars\' palms
Granting them something from deep within.
Everyday
I draw moustaches on celebrities in the paper
Park my car in the disabled section
Learn to be blind and surprised
At the repeated frequency of incidents of silence.
Everyday
I hoist my bag on my shoulders
Shove my hands into my pockets
And dream how the world will change.
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