I am passing by manicured
lawns; carved by red bricks
shining glow to side walks
no cars park on street curbs
everybody has two car garage
a big driveway; gated wall
alone walking; where are they?
maybe they're working somewhere
am here enjoying their paradise
I see gardeners, pool cleaners
delivery trucks, handsome trees
it would be dark when they come
they'll be so asleep on weekends
I am lucky I saw their kingdom
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