Love Lane is as narrow as the name is wide.
I let the other car have the romance.
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All smilesI let the other car have the romance.
I walked it twice. The errand could wait.
The strollers had the right of way, and the trail agreed.
The clock tower watched, on time, as usual.
The meter and I began a brief relationship.
Hartz Avenue already knew.
The fountain was working harder than my errand.
So was the conversation on the sidewalk in front of it.
The oaks were used to it.
The trail had footnotes.