i would be going through
scenic view on my way to
long stretch of woods
behind is soybeans farm
i'm pushing wind ahead
some will touch leaves
next ten years those places
would be malls; how much more
they need; they abandon old
then built new; it's cheaper
heart of new community; sure
shop at internet, they'll stop
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