A cool evening

Drifting up north on a Friday evening,
with my ears plugged to a silent music.
The driver strives to better his earnings
by helping stranded people off the sidewalk pavings
No harm done to me but people also tired from the sun's brightness
Come see vent of anger and resentment of varied likeness
It's a beautiful evening.
But frustration and mental limitation would paint the situation

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