Ae01 Not A Lost Time Poem by Manonton Dalan
Ae01 Not A Lost Time
red light put my four tires stop
looking at bag of fried chicken
i'm tempted to take one bite
still hot, steaming filling my car
nope i'll wait until i get to park
rest and take that mile walk
everything change over hill
small boats coming down river
with mast higher than bridge
retract, let them all get through
might as well satisfy my craving
eat before i start driving again
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