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Dec 2014
I am a sidewalk made of concrete
I have been stepped on by thousands of feet
Kids use their chalk to cover me in art
Someday a bulldozer will come and tear me apart
You probably don’t even notice me…
Zay
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Zay  Washington
(Washington)   
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