Each night I go on a stroll down our street
The Esquire marquee, the lights, the glare
The pulse of the street never misses a beat
There’s a “Street Vibes” vendor, friendly, upbeat
The boutique windows offer glitz and flair
Each night I go on a stroll down our street
The skateboarder on Telford, his death-defying feat
A panhandler asks, a dollar to spare?
The pulse of the street never misses a beat
Children at the plaza, dancing, so sweet
A woman walks by, fresh flowers in her hair
Each night I go on a stroll down our street
Chocolate at Graeter’s, a forbidden treat
Vape smokers huddle in their shady lair
The pulse of the street never misses a beat
Clifton Market, old chums I greet
The flautist plays, fire sirens blare
Each night I go on a stroll down our street
The pulse of the street never misses a beat
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