Summer in the city
Summer in the city stories

bernardtwindwilGranddad & story teller,
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Summer in the city

by bernardtwindwil

I drive toward the city at dawning

Due to the hour, I'm yawning

Twenty miles out I am at a dead stop

I wallowing in polluted slop

Cities contain the centers for health

A massive agglomeration of wealth.

My alternatives are few out in the boonies

I am forced to deal with all of the loonies

Oh look, I sense that the cars are creeping

The joy inside from this has me weeping

I can't wait for this ordeal to be over

Then I can return to my trees and clover

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