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NOISE POLLUTION


When the planes fly
I just wanna die
Wondering how the people
Live below them
As the ears bang
With the roar-dom
Of their jets
That's what living in the city
Gets
Saw 3 Air Force jets
Flying in a pyramid shape
Yesterday
Watched and watched them
Disappearing away
Lie in the pool
Open the eyes
Great Big Planes
A hundred feet above go by
Off to who knows
Where or when
In a few minutes
Another one will come again
They are city coyotes
Wailing in the night
Their sound majestic
But it's just not right.


6/28/2015 2145PST cj







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