all parking spots are all taken
i have to look on other space
i could only find along street
with speed limit of fifteen mph
i can still go home with dents
i'm hugging shoulder and ditch
nice walk to easter party shade
they're having fun singing already
some are dancing to favorite tune
two barbecue grills on production
they have clams. oyster, fat spot
i settle with ribs, veggies & sweets
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