Gulped the yellow fumes;
In a street immersed in golden hue,
Slept on the lonely divider
Yapped with the jolly hawker;
The maker of the overflowing crisp dumplings
Stuffed in my mouth is the savory delight,
Entered a contest to swear full-mouthed
I battled; with curses as my weapon,
Barked aimlessly at the swiftness of the passing vans
What a day, hectic yet so divine….
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