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I am always being trodden on Why do I have this fate? I get cracked, dirty, grimy gray Why do I have this fate? No one cares to clean me off They just keep walking on No one thinks to help me out They just keep walking on In the winter, I get cold Not that anyone cares In the summer, I heat up Not that anyone cares People drop their candy wrappers They think that I won't mind People jump and stomp around They think that I won't mind People think I don't have feelings It's a cruel life, for sure They laugh, and cry, but never stop To talk to the poor old sidewalk
This is cute! Really creative.
This is very good. It Just tells me again and again that there is art in everything. Something important to bear in mind always and it could relate to other aspects of life too.
Thanks guys! Audrey