Suburban life is quiet.
It's as peaceful as can be;
And out the window is the sky
And every type of tree.
The snow is white and blinding,
Though it's on the ground for days.
The lifestyle is deserving of
The highest form of praise.
There's lots of room for roaming
In the houses and the yards,
Befitting ode or sonnet
Penned by amateurs or bards.
Suburban life's delightful.
From the noise and crowds you're free;
But I'm a city gal and so
It's not the life for me.
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