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Housing Estates
Farmers grow crops of new housing estates.
The smell of the mower,
the sound of the cut grass.
Cat settles in sunny spot.
Huge garages,
not big enough for cars,
sit,
full of stuff!
Man dressed in office attire goes off to work to pay for it all.
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