Look
at the street
The
potholes are covered up
Telling
the people
They
don't have to worry
Many
have fallen
Believing
the trick
Once
they are in the book
They
find they can't think straight
The
potted holes will stay
Once
the heavy rainfall
The
tar will slowly reopens
Leaving
the work undone
It
is the old story
Milking
out from the potted holes
Many
times the people don't realize
Until
the storm arrives
Near
to the general election
The
busy road repairs
Spending
it to show
That
the Bee Anne cares
But
don't fall for the trick
It
will be back to the old system
When
Bee Anne gets into its way
The
crying pain will start again!
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