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In the defined hours of Morning or night I face it rough All cars in a line Small and big All lights up and bright. Inside one of these settled Roads too full to even Offer space to peddlers. At the time when even The jungle rule is inapplicable No wishes of flying A wonder that consumes such Time to compose a song All cars following each other Forming a train in portions. Increasing body aches and sleep Minutes seen in hours A time later when a massage Is unavoidable To clear stress uncalled for All cars parked Like its a car party Something unpaid for By that time You wish you could Withdraw your traffic membership By unsubscribing You later reach but wait For a tomorrow's Similar function A daily routine of life
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
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In the defined hours of Morning or night I face it rough All cars in a line Small and big All lights up and bright. Inside one of these settled Roads too full to even Offer space to peddlers. At the time when even The jungle rule is inapplicable No wishes of flying A wonder that consumes such Time to compose a song All cars following each other Forming a train in portions. Increasing body aches and sleep Minutes seen in hours A time later when a massage Is unavoidable To clear stress uncalled for All cars parked Like its a car party Something unpaid for By that time You wish you could Withdraw your traffic membership By unsubscribing You later reach but wait For a tomorrow's Similar function A daily routine of life
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Oct 3, 2014
Oct 3, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC
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