The other side is quieter
It reaches for those barred paneled windows
,The yellow leggo block train carriages patter by un-noticed
,A Kestrel hovers childishly teasing
,I cannot find the sun today but its starring rite at me
.demanding I pay due attention
,Those air motored vehicles are a cavorting horde of teenagers
.performing to be noticed by the clouds
,That bird is actually an overly embellished kite
.probably used to keep eagles from eating their mice.
And those glaring gargantuan black windows are pompously pretentious
..I wonder what would happen if I were to pull down my pants and pee upon their petunias
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