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The Parking Lot

Watching cars in a parking lot

Carrying flowers to and fro,

I wonder from what flower pot

Did these blossomed beings grow,

Since so timid altogether

They seem to be but grass,

Under the judgmental weather

Of everyone’s aura in mass.

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