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Road Work Ahead

I picture myself on a bicycle speeding past this fallopian tube of a man with the stop sign squeezing cars through one at a time like unfertilized eggs that disappear into a blur of uterine dust I need to get to work on my own road if he would just flip that sign over I promise I will go slow

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