(click on photo for clarity of question...)
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- deezee
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I clicked on the picture and could read the sign better, but I still have the same question as you do. Why? There are so few yards in your part of the world as it is. Where are people (especially children?) supposed to play?
It's a mystery, I guess.
Because that's what the freeways were created for.
That is hilarious!! Please tell me this isn't your yard. ;-)
So not my yard! Just a place I stumbled upon in the environs of Los Angeles. No shortage of oddity here,,,
--deezee
I was too distracted by the odd assortment of items on the porch to question the sign.
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