Poem: The Busy Street
I walked along the busy street,
The bakery's smell was just so sweet.
It entered into my nose,
And it was so good, that I froze.
The people walking along,
The burly builder, singing his song.
Everything is so normal,
And it all seems so formal.
The old lady crossing the road,
The tailor in the shop, checking some cloth, she had just sewed.
All the cars, beeping their horns,
And the little toddlers, expressing their feelings with scorns.
The bankers, behind the counter,
And the teenagers, beginning a bit of banter.
Everything is so great,
I can't even begin to rate.
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