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Stinking smell,
pies of rubbish dazzling with flies...
Hands,
many tiny hands rummaging through.
Dirty faces with serious, uneasy looks,
trying not to miss even one piece of food.
Not hopscotch or hide and seek.
This is a survival game, urban style...
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