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The Major of Transfer

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The wind blew on that
Rusty old street corner.
It wrapped her plain,
Brown dress around
Her legs.
She stood right on the corner
Of Right and Wrong just
To see the millions
Of people change streets.
It wasn’t a cautious change,
It was rowdy and dangerous.
However, it was fluent,
So fluent that it intrigued her
More than any man could.
The wind picked up and
She knew that another
One-innocent child
Had unknowingly entered the
Major of transferring.





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