A hot morning in a big city, by jak Subscribe to rss feed for jak

It`s 2:00 am, a hot July morning
The city sleeps
the streets are clear

In 5 hours, there will be line-ups
down at traffic ticket counters
city clerks will squeeze layman's life
into the crown's mouth

Drivers will embrace the traffic jams

Most don`t have enough money
so the a/c stays off
Posted: 2010-11-05 06:31:51 UTC

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