Asphalt Dream

It pleases new paved roads
The tires made of similar stuff
My nose distinctly opposes
The acrid wafts of sterile tar
Rolling smoothly across
Holding a breath til the bleached
Paved macadam is welcomed
With its crags and potholes
And distant memories

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