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Wind lifts a receipt.
It slides on the bare sidewalk,
then stops at the curb.
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Comments (3)
Litter is horrible why do people do it for there are wastebaskets supposedly everywhere. Good job.
People gotta stop littering. Loved your poem!
Another great entry, Luna. Well done..