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Sunday, April 14, 2013
Vacant Lot
I walk past a grassy vacant lot,
A one-tree kingdom, A no-horse town,
and I wonder what was supposed to go there.
I wonder that it wasn't built,
Because I think I might be looking at
Everything the world could, should be
and isn't.
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