I am like Chicago
Beautiful but just barely
Holding it together -
Row upon row, side by side,
Each of my facades
Slightly crumbling after
So much abuse from
The elements of time,
Extreme temperatures of
Attitude flung at my face
The cracks all in the right places...
Awaiting a restoration...
Who will purchase me to
Renovate me to my former
Days of glory?
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