Today I learned That concrete is not so concrete, That we run out, not in, That I no longer envy My neighbour’s mansion. He stands next to me panting Barefoot, in the dirt of the street, Glancing nervously at the tall lamppost. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related
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