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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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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
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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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 2:53 PM UTC
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