cold 30's morning traffic
sipping my hot chocolate
passing undulating highway
few pot holes graze my tire
shook me rock me don't mind
am doing slow so they are
I flip my rear view mirror
sun is doing her greetings
to bright for me to smile
police are busy I could see
delay traffic with citations
these kids as usual speeding
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