Life ran the light on them,
Captured the moody turning signal
The sign says "AVOID",
His color changes, seeing red,
But his attitude is feeling green
Once yellow, he becomes mad, but not angry
Dislocated shoulder,
Road Work had dimples
What did our due diligence translate to,
If we still can't read the signs and speak a different language altogether?
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