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Smudge
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You are like a black, smudged streak of burnt rubber
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on the centerpiece, for all to see.
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I don’t know what it’s called, but it’s that white pavement,
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its plane perpendicular to the asphalt;
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that’s where you are, all laid out.
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All played out were the sidewalk a plateau,
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and you, a fresh crater on the cliff’s side.
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Things like you are not of this planet.
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A hole is what you are,
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a whole lot of substance and friction.
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A collision,
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explosion,
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repulsion;
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the Australian outback despises you
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as the cliff sides of sidewalks do.
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We would all do much better without you,
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but we all drive,
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and our wheels are made of rubber too.
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14 Mar 07

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I have no idea why, but this absolutely, absolutely apeals to me.

Things like you are not of this planet. I love it.
 — PollyReg

Very good ty
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