Sometimes life is a walk in the neighborhood. Sometimes not.
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I was strolling in my neighborhood
Trying to avoid
The usual noise pollution
From technological whored
A roaring lawnmower hear
A gas weed whacker whacking there
A whirring leaf blower going nowhere
Then
A rare moment of silence
Over taken
By a supersonic rumble
From the loco air farce
My years war out
No’ing the score
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A eulogy of a different stripe
Silence not sufficing
