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Mar 2017
I stand at the crosswalk waiting and watching.
A burning orange flickers its way to ash
as the truck driver drops his but
heavy in the hard leather seat
and stares vehemently at me
as if I had the power to push
red lights till they turn green.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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