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Five PM - A JUNGLE

Five PM - A Jungle


Tires screeching,
Fan belts squealing,
Bumper to bumper,
Crawling like snails,
Horns blaring,
Engines raring,
Poison spewing,
Tempers flaring,
People Swearing,
Sweat dripping,
Predators on the loose,
Darting in and out,
Running traffic lights,
Scurrying here and there,
Police in hibernation,
Five PM - It's a Jungle!

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