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May 10
Bicycles go around, then a car.
A red car with yellow and white lights.

Yellow streaks, oh actually,
They are quite like an alveolus.

What fun looking at a single speck of
The city or village or town!

Friends of leaves skip around
And race their fellow buddies,

While another white car sweeps the
Concrete day-dreaming in the winter sun.
Written by
Joy Jeung
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