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1d
To make it better,
first it must get worse,
so piles of rubble
beside the road
will one day be transformed
- or not as the case may be -
in the relentless
march of progress.
Perhaps.
Maybe.
Hopefully.
One day .
I cannot keep up with the world sometimes.
Written by
Jilly Henderson-Long  67/United Kingdom
(67/United Kingdom)   
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