Like rural life the city has its dark side but urban life can be an occasion for joy as well.
Genial gold bullions of first blush town verve, cobalt blue ingots in sky, “rain” pavement dweller thrill Green bus shelter cameos cordial, sprinkle the air with glad quips, tween the spilt coffee gulp billowing cloud of zingy zone babble, dispersed in hazy gallop, yet wisps unfeigned linger
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