This made me laugh--nice work.
A Fellow Californian
Yellow daisies on a bush, Cars that rush by with a whoosh! Bits of wrapper flecked with age- There's a newspaper's torn page. Cheerful weeds no longer please; Dry sticks waving in the breeze. Stuck in traffic oh so slow Watching freeway gardens grow. (Mary, Mary, quite contrary How does your garden grow? "With silver bells and cockle shells And SUVs all in a row".) |
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