Well now we live in the center of town
Every night green dancing lights abstract
Glowing just so tall even taller than our building
The dark buttes are shrimps next to the town
It used to be the other way around not counting
Trees of course how could anyone forget
The tire shop situation remains exactly the same
This report has unlocked the past way past
Other towns have gone away yet this one merits
Early trains their moaning groans forks and spoons
Plates at the ready just like this report one for the books
Inky rivulets decorate the windows bumpy and shining
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