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The Deserted Town
I woke up this morning in the silence of my mind and looked outside
Not a sign of life was moving, and the city has lost its pride
I looked up at the skies above me searching for an answer, but the clouds keep rolling by and everyone was bidding the earth goodbye. A long road formed into the cloud and human forms was moving around, I kept looking at the shapes from the ground, but I could not see the face just the body of the human race.
I pinch my hand to see if I was still alive but something more powerful than me was giving me life the people have evacuated from the town
But I was still hanging around because destiny had me bound and courage kept spinning me around.
Thousands of cars lining the streets, trucks van and buses on one side and the smaller vehicles on the other side everyone was moving in order and bush doctors and the sorceress had to move and their portions and jinks fell into the sea and the troubled young man was finally set free.
Tons and tons of garbage line up by the wayside with everything that the occupants had inside, the rich and the poor have suffered the same fate
They all had garbage lining up at their gates leaving empty house behind a memory that cannot be replaced in a brand-new place.
The federal workers are working against time to clear the garbage before the cloud breaks, bulldozers, trucks and crane busy up and down the street creating a new landfill with all the remains from top of the hill.
And as they wait patience start to move slowly out of the gate and the town that once stood proud was reeling from loneliness. No one can go back there; there is a story for everyone to share so listen carefully. When the north wind combined with the south wind and the wicked wind of the east combined with the ferocious wind of the west nothing will be left; this town is inhabitable.
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Christine Phillips
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