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There it was just sitting in the middle of the street all black and white waiting for traveling feet Herds of milling bipeds traversed across it as it stretched across a sweltering pit of tar While masses of Auto.. mo.. biles broke it’s back wait I think... they call them... Cars? I just stood back *Watching Waiting Wondering* just contemplating But still… I was at a complete loss I keep a vigil at the curb waiting for the zebra to come and wondering… how do they know where to cross?
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Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
Zebra Crossing
There it was just sitting in the middle of the street all black and white waiting for traveling feet Herds of milling bipeds traversed across it as it stretched across a sweltering pit of tar While masses of Auto.. mo.. biles broke it’s back wait I think... they call them... Cars? I just stood back *Watching Waiting Wondering* just contemplating But still… I was at a complete loss I keep a vigil at the curb waiting for the zebra to come and wondering… how do they know where to cross?
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Australian
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 3:00 AM UTC
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