nothing moves in the universea few cars and truckson main streetsomething lightsthrough the grassa hare i thoughtor a robinbut i am highand the grass is talland a car alarm shoutsover the green paintof the lawnwhere the neighbors playhe drives a nice new chevroletbecausehe does nothingbut worktwo small womenin black cardiganspeaceful blue masksmatching wet brown bunsand…
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