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Nature Pollutes or: Caffeinated Mumblings+?!

There goes that smile again,
 Catch it and roll around with spinning irrelevance,
 My cheeks are light because my frame is suspended
 Above a dreary blurry asphalt,
 Ignored because I see a barn and oaks;
 Lasting forms seen at 55 m. p. h.
 And twirling around Milky Way's navel.
So traveling is the nature of nature,
 Even though it pollutes.

 Maybe I should walk.

T. J. M. 91

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