One Flower Under A L.A. Freeway
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 Big Red Cargo Boat
Came so far from the East
Too far to be here in the Midwest,sitting nestled in Lake Michigan's waters

Docked like red hair on someone's head being combed back and forth by the waves in the moist summer wind

I watched the big red cargo boat as it pulled away
Sleeking itself back to China ever so smoothly leaving a flowing long pony trail of it's temporary residence behind.

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