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The people I have affected, as a car Rolls over a road, like a bulldozer, I only hope they managed not to crack At least I hope some of the concrete stayed in place. I see some of them stable, yet Others worry me beyond belief I worry they are no longer recognizable, No longer traversable No longer what I remember One cross section, of always, gives me fright And to think I'll never need to go straight down that brown haired road again
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Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
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The people I have affected, as a car Rolls over a road, like a bulldozer, I only hope they managed not to crack At least I hope some of the concrete stayed in place. I see some of them stable, yet Others worry me beyond belief I worry they are no longer recognizable, No longer traversable No longer what I remember One cross section, of always, gives me fright And to think I'll never need to go straight down that brown haired road again
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Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 11:57 AM UTC
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