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Trees,
bees,
my knees,
and my keys.
Green light,
then red.
I sit waiting,
thumping my thumbs against the steering wheel.
Hot summer days, windows rolled down as far as they will go,
the hot steamy air slowly moving across the intersection.
I feel the movement of the car,
all the internal works, as I sit waiting.
I see cars starting to file into line behind me, but I will stand my ground.
slowly, the light.......
turns green.
- by black sheepling |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/04/2009 |
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- Title: driving
- Artist: black sheepling
- Description: this was one of my school projects. my teacher particually liked this peice, and right now, this poem is in a contest, and i find out soon, if the judges liked this one or not. tell me what you think.
- Date: 08/04/2009
- Tags: driving
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