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The sodium lights on the breast of the black pavement/gave a hideous dead sheen to a lot no longer vacant,
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when, what to my terrified eyes should appear/but a throng of demented soccer moms and their screaming progeniture.
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Led by their Chosen One, so demanding and arrogant/I knew in an instant humanity was kaput.
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