my tire is singing flops
happen to run over tacks
i managed to take it home
was late should have known
i bought a plugging kit to fix
borrowed air pump with it
it could have been passing
through house changing roof
i wonder how many more nails
scattered on street, countless
or following those dump-trucks
carrying debris from teardowns
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