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Avenues broken down, where
he who travels is not denied -
not in spite of his ride, or wheel;
his narrow mind and heart of holes.
He who can only spite himself,
by raucous, by hearsay, by
mishearings and misgivings from
the radial noise that's endless -
the only real constant in
a suburb once intended for man
not touting an ego or a gun,
but seeking out peace in spite of it all.