Round-a-bout
Bicycles go around, then a car.
A red car with yellow and white lights.
Yellow streaks, oh actually,
They are quite like an alveolus.
What fun looking at a single speck of
The city or village or town!
Friends of leaves skip around
And race their fellow buddies,
While another white car sweeps the
Concrete day-dreaming in the winter sun.
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