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Seattle has a lovely cityscape
Framed with its famous trees of evergreen;
It seems a fitting scene for an escape
From harsh reality, so crude and mean.
Into a milder fantasy of life.
The air is balmy in a Northwest way,
The wind and rain do not cut like a knife,
But gently tumble in a light sashay
On half-expectant heads. Yet in this place
Some faults can be discerned, though all manmade:
The transportation system's a disgrace,
And on the hills sometimes too steep is laid
A potholed street. But in the main the city
Performs the promise of appearing pretty.