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The weavers live up the street from me
The crackheads they live down the street from me
The tall grass makes it hard to see
Beyond my property
Hey man this is criminal
This hard line symmetry of people and pets
We don't bother anyone
We keep to ourselves
The mailman visits each of us in turn
We don't bother anyone
We keep to ourselves
The mailman visits each of us in time