August 18, 2009
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A whole bunch of cars blare
brown, bursting buildings everywhere
every car horn is screaming
whirling, whistling wind gleaming
smells of gas from a billion cars
wind blowing as far as Mars
nothing in sight to feel
morning air and how it tastes real
New York is all around

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