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11 April 2009, 08:00 AM    #1
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LA is, and I speak with favor,
Concrete stretching for miles, miles,
No one knows another's neighbor,
And no one ever, ever smiles,
The crime's completely unmanageable,
Why the very air is tangible,
So blackened with particulates,
One can scarcely articulate,
If the traffic doesn't kill you,
It certainly will ill you,
And although these lines are recent,
At least the weather is decent.

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