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Thirties street photo.

And two more new poems. By STEVEN MATTHEWS.   o earnestly they walk, the dead, the streets of their city, all suits and fedoras, tie-pins straight, glittery brooches perfectly pinned on lapels of winter coats, a few cars lingering at kerbs, cheerful groups in the cafés not noticing the singing sweep of light shining down […]