rattling shocks as i pass
mud splattering on sides
gravel makes that noise
been a month nobody came
to repair back to its shape
maybe contract disputes
when not raining; dust
turning my car brownish
lucky this is 'cul de sac'
i know grass are not happy
their blades heavy and dirty
my beautiful neighbors, maybe
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