I drive through the city,
narrowly missing hundreds of moving cars,
signs, pedestrians, parked cars, hydrants,
trees, buildings, statues--I do this
every day, never hitting a thing.
God! I'm good!
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poem a day
This is just poetry. It won't save you, but it may locate you so that a rescue party can be sent out. — Dean Blehert
Dean Blehert
1 comment:
Great little poem!
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