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Jan 2012
Wet pavement
Gray clouds
Speeding cars
Talking loud
Green light
Cars go
The crosswalk says no
Tennis ***** being smacked
Families begin to pack
Others walk upon the boards
Kids rebelling from their chores
Waves crash
Upon the sand
The gambler gets
His final hand
Gusts of wind
Consistently blow
Until the day
Of the first snow
It's far away
But I'm here now
Was home at once
Was home at now
Zack Turner
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