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I wish the roads were rivers,
and the cul-de-sacs were lake coves,
and the crate myrtles were great oaks,
and the tall houses were mountains,
and that the brown and stabbing grass
was lusciously green and soft..
I wish that I was alone,
because among you all
I'm so lonely.
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