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this tuesday morning (Concrete) by teacup
The street shines with the winter rain
Each splashing puddle mocks my pain.
I want to dash out of this place
But I know I'm losing this race.
The sky scowls and I want to cry
In this bus stop I think I'll die.
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Arithmetic Mean: 4.8333335
Weighted score: 4.834449
Overall Rank: 10738
Posted: October 20, 2002 12:30 AM PDT; Last modified: October 20, 2002 12:30 AM PDT
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