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Suburban Lawns

undoubtedly some would have otherwise stopped in thought and mid-chatter uncertain of what purpose he went under the table except for a boot untied above a cup of coffee a hurried breakfast eaten between papers is mostly left what gasoline an overloaded truck was needed to fill with a bed full and a rack overhead of garden tools hung with all imaginable items needed for tree cutting to sprinkler pipes and leaf sacks that would be tied and bundled between the dark coffee furniture overfed cats and house plants the only sounds are wind chimes distant freeway traffic and the mowing of suburban lawns

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