Drank some gin and lemonade last night,
This morning is cloudy so not very bright.
Strolling about on a Sunday morning,
Most are still in bed and just yawning.
Cars fly by in a rush to get to nowhere,
Never selling my soul as it's right here.
Out there moving heavy rocks and bricks,
Most never change, they don't give two shits.
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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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