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***** snow near the curb Rubber crushes it Once pure white Now trod on. Dessicated. Filthy. But still there. Surviving.
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Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
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***** snow near the curb Rubber crushes it Once pure white Now trod on. Dessicated. Filthy. But still there. Surviving.
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Jan 2, 2020
Jan 2, 2020 at 12:18 AM UTC
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