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Dec 2015
Wander, wander, wander
The terrain is rough here
The roads are steep
The people mean
well
The air sings, exhaling carbon dioxide
The streets are high
Whistleblowers, lawnmowers, money sowers

It's nice when it rains though
Kelley A Vinal
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Kelley A Vinal
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