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I
love places where
the trees hang over the road
and make a canopy
a tunnel of mystery
and darkness
like entering a cave
where light is filtered
through leaves and limbs
a graceful decoration
to the blandness of the pavement
the hardness of asphalt
but then the road crews come along
and in their menacing march
whack and saw
and cut away the canopy
and turn the lane into
destruction and disgust
beauty is no more
and what was once a joy
to drive through
now looks like a bombed out area
all the gracefulness of trees
reduced to butchered sadness.
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