Progress

Street sounds awaken

The passing cars marks progress.

Longing for green fields.

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High score.

A dream furfilled, messages instilled.

The children raised, windows glazed

Who got the high score?

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A book written, a wife most smitten

The world travelled, its mysteries unravelled

Who got the high score?

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Found enlightenment, lived without alignment

put in another coin, “player two can join”

Who got the high score?

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