Perfectly tiled streets.
Perfectly quiet kids,
Their parents like loud lids.
Seemingly simple food
Overdose of holidays.
Money feeds the brain;
Even the predominantly sane.
To push their limits of health
Just to better their wealth.
Symmetrically round bushes
To pour their teas of green.
Flattened, large straw hats
Act as a sunscreen.
Even the eldest
You'll never know
Eighties and nineties,
Still on their toes.
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