The sun shines down brightly as we all drag ourselves out of bed to get to work on time. Leaving our homes to go to work out on to the highways we all flock. Little cars and little vans all heading for another major traffic jam. Cars are all lined up bumper to bumper no one is making up any ground. Car horns finally start to blaze right in the middle of this crazy traffic maze. Each day reflects the next just who created this awful mess. People scream and people yell just who created this awful hell. You look to the left and then to the right. This is totally crazy we might as well give up this fight.
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