Hurrying along sidewalks, faces down mumbling to themselves, all over town Is the light turning red? Don't skip a beat Cars are coming, we'll cross the street Tires screeching, loud horns bray But Pedestrians have the right-of-way
Reason for writing:
Unfortunately, I'm one of them...
Birth sign: Cancer
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