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| Traffic sometimes is a mess, Testing well our patience store. We can hope for some redress, But we know there may be more. Too few lanes for all the folks Makes it hard to move an inch. Some are angry, some make jokes. We endure it with no flinch. Time is never fully lost, Though it seems to fly away. Use it well, count not the cost. You can meditate and pray. | ||
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