Pub Sub#7

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I hear cars quickly stopping stepping on their breaks before they reach the stoplight
I smell wet grass as if it just sprinkled some rain outside
I see trees wobbling in the wind
And birds flying around as fast as they can

Yellow Flowers growing

I hear the birds chirping at nothing but the sky
The fans going round and round getting dizzy
I smell old Sun Chips from the ripped up bag on the green grass
A yellow/orange cone standing all alone

Red Flowers rising

The BBQ sits there cold not used
Ms.Durfee writes away on her yellow paper
A construction worker, working not making a peep
And students sitting down observing the gardens in front of them





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