Dumb potholes know not even a quart,
My cities ever race to be smart.
In gloating over stars
They care for feet, nor cars.
Style, not stuff, is today's modern art.
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During all my working life across cities and even later, it has been the same story— same shabby civil work and pot-holed roads, a common scene everywhere.
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Happenings |18.02.2020|
Topic: humour, style, art
Style, not stuff, is today's modern art.......interesting and accurate line with fun. Very beautiful Limerick. Thank you dear sir for sharing this beautiful poem with us.
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THANKS FOR YOUR LOVELY COMMENTS The day poets forget about that Treasure Island, that list of 500 and whatever other lists, I think it would be better for him. A poet's job is to pen poems, count NOT..... the rewards nor gems. THANKS AP