boulevard is full of cars
best they ever have in life
showing us with a big pride
I look around, traffic slow
one plate catch me guessing
'ridesfree' a lady on wheel
I have to detour for drinks
there's a long line on that
I keep on going I reach home
there, too much space for me
even my neighbors are away
except their loving puppy
tongue out, wagging her tail
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