A hot morning in a big city

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By jak

It`s 2:00 am, a hot July morning The city sleeps the streets are clear In 5 hours, there will be line-ups down at traffic ticket counters city clerks will squeeze layman's life into the crown's mouth Drivers will embrace the traffic jams Most don`t have enough money so the a/c stays off

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