my neighbor seems to be resting
cars left slowly to point soundless
only my silver car trying to light up
whole neighborhood with alien logo
i love that car; doesn't give me pain
rides smoothly; must be the shocks
grass is just a patch of darker color
i know they are growing inch by inch
and beneath those leaves could be
roaming ants looking for food; seeds
earthworm are known to crawl at night
to get fresh air without getting dry
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