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{SPEAKER name="Ella Mae Lentz/Shirley Schultz (interpreter)"}
San Francisco, you are not a city, you're a dream.
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Your people are not what they seem. Your people are princes and kings, come from all over the world to do fabulous things.
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In San Francisco.
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Your very elegance, the way your people dance, your crazy cable cars,
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your restaurants, your up and down streets with their mixture of Italians, and Chinese, and Greeks,
give a touch of romance to San Francisco.
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San Francisco, you will never grow old. You are frozen in time, a city alone.
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A sonnet of sand and stone with a sea-splashed rhyme.
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San Francisco, beloved dream of mine. [[clapping]]
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The last one was written by a friend of mine, the same one who wrote the very first poem, Dorothy Miles. That poem I've chose because I am going to California, I can identify with traveling on the freeways. The name of the song, Californ--poem, "California Freeways."
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This poem is special because two parts are really, regular poem, poem signed, and the other part's much more visual. You can, you'll understand that part, I think, follow it.
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