A Street's Life
The life of a street is very agonizing. It comes from people driving, riding bicycles, walking, and trying to maintain my flaws. And the weather is just so awful down here, too.
The making of a street is the worst part. I begin as a black, hot, smelly, thick, sticky tar. Then I am laid on the ground and rolled over by a ton of weight to flatten me out. It is
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seeps into the cracks made by the traffic and freezes. It just rips me totally apart. And every once in a while where I am weak, I will create a pleasantly large pothole that drivers do not like to go through, so they choose a different route. When they get mended though I have to start all over again.
It may not be the best life in the world, but somebody has to do it!