i was driving through
feeder road looking
i am surprise how
they have forgotten
these roads, so many
pot holes, no drainage
a car pass me by; our
side mirrors almost touch
very narrow to even cars
businesses here are of
diasadvantage. they
probably make up with
overhead expenses, taxes
single floor buildings
are old and of disrepair
yet there are lot offices.
with advance technology
they just call, text, email
and goods are delivered
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