Newspaper
A wind blown newspaper floats down the busy sidewalk
Cars screech to a hult
People run across a crowded road
The news paper gets steps on and drove over
No one paying mind to this lonely piece of paper
As the bikers splash the paper in free city water
The ink on this sad lonely newspaper starts to blend together
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