Dark Little Town

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I once entered a town,

Where everyone wears a frown,

And the cars run on gloomy goo,

As people walk with untied shoes,

So I asked young boy,

"Where is all your joy?"

And he answered me,

"Why are you still filled with glee?"

(inspired by Sheldon Allan Silverstein)

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