Headlights below cars do shine
From the car following behind,
On roads wet with morning rain,
For the traffic dost flow slow again.
On rainy days our journeys slow
For in traffic jams we cannot go.
On dry roads we move more fast,
But fine days do not seem to last,
When Autumn comes to England fair,
And wet leaves on roads are always there.
Copyright (c) Jonathan Goldman [JGthepoet] -12 November 2003
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