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Small Town Small Town:  Word Document
Poem written by Andrew Rowell.

It’s near an hour to the mall,
We don’t get DSL at all.
We get run over by spiders,
And woken up by motor gliders.

The weather changes day and night,
The pollen count is such a fright.
With all the problems this place brings,
I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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