Untitled -- 5.24.2005

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Unfinished

Your activites build me up,

Make me so high at times,

Then your streets filled with rubbish,

And floating carrier bags,

Make me come crashing back down,

To the once cobbled roads,

Now filled with chewing gum and dogshit.



Turning your corners,

Different obstructions hinder my journey



[Unfinished]

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This one is about the one most of my poems are about.

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