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Urban Sprawl | ||
| In the modern urban sprawl There is hardly grass at all. Buildings sleek approach the sky, Dwarfing those who pass them by. Cars congest the streets with smoke, Causing passersby to choke There's a sadness in the place, Lacking any charm or grace. Yet the people may be nice! Everyday they pay the price. They may to the suburbs go To attenuate the blow. | ||
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