Midwestern Town

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By jak

Midwestern town the bus glides through the matchbox houses on the snow Gas station, Churches parks and ponds The football field, Solemn and majestic Plebes you may say or trees but they grow unpolluted Humility is something you will never have clean air peace of mind fat belly because they sleep well and the wife cooks for him and runs his life you, will drown swimming to the boat you'll get trampled in the race You will fall in love and.......you will be replaced both of you will end up renting moldy town-homes alone, yellow teeth cats running your lives. [Nov. 2010]

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