Two birds loved
in a flurry of red feathers
like a burst cottonball,
continuing while I drove over them.
I am a good driver, nothing shocks me.
the pigeons make love in their abode acute love within fair heart I am hearing the sound of embracing and a python on a slow coach as if thunder- I am on the bed of hospital
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Application For A Driving License is a poem which showcases it that the rose too has thorns.Smell the rose cautiously. Love-making on highways passing through the woods may be dangerous which but the free birds understand it not.