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An Empty Street Scene
A handful of automobiles
Or just one mentally ill
Would stay and just fill.
Walking nor slushing,
The sun is out shouting--
Could just be the beginning!
Barren, oh how you are!
Without sturdy structures to bar
A sullen horizon from afar.
Sculpt the dreary air, please.
A seagull's masterpiece...
Gliding in the midst of peace!
