Traffic
Horns blowing; noise
everywhere,
Screeches of brakes,cars
trapped,
Drivers and car owners raining
abuses and slagging each
other off.
The warden waving his hands;
Stood in the middle of the
road,
Religiously performing his
duties.
Workers, traders,
teachers,students, everyone's
hurrying,
Each taking the slip road to
avoid been late.
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