Quiet Night
A few falling leavesThe sound of sweeping
Slack.. Slack...Slack
A car passed by
The light were so bright
Right there in my face
A man with the hoop shirt is walking
Tick tock.. tick tock..
Another man with luch box passed by
Good morning, he said
Good morning I replied
The time seem stopped
Click.. clack, click .. clack
A hugemongous pile of leaves
Early Tuesday morning
My routine duty
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