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The Culture of No Culture

The Culture of No culture

It's an empty road to walk

With lines, and shapes

Neatly paved. Oh There are park benches to sit

But most are taken by tired travelers

Resting or sleeping away the warm hours

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susanne-knight-connally

American

Published: Oct 11, 2010
LinesWords: 638

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