I looked, looked and looked
as her neck took a loop
jolting like a pendulum bulb.
I laughed, laughed and
laughed
as her head smashes
and she failed to notice.
I wondered and still wondering
how a lady would travel
in a motor-car,
and in a blink
just with some breeze
with ease
she would loose her manner.
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