The news spread like a head cold, short and brief,
All walked in a confused state of relief.
It's finally okay for kids to run,
or ride their bikes or roller blades in front
of your dilapidated wooden fence,
It's finally okay to hear laughter
Without inevitable grievances.
No more of the identifying stench
That trails your balding, flea infested dog.
No more ghosts having tea on your front porch.
[This message has been edited by NADIA (edited July 03, 2001).]
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