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Traffic flows
freely,
then
becomes a
parking lot
  on baseball’s
opening day.

Under street lights
they pop
their trunks
for the tailgate,
a city bus
kindly waits,
   and the riders
lose time
getting
to work.

Penets fly
  there’s beer
   and food
   to be
had,
but I ain’t
a fan

I’m on
the bus
for
work….

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