Little White Car Poem by tim woodhouse
Little White Car
Just when I think that I can live without you
I come home early when you're away at work,
Pick my nose, walk into town, meander
And feel the shadows of boredom as they lurk.
Retracing my steps I walk back down the hill
Having shopped without buying with a misdirected will
And see your little white car outside my house
And know that half my day has meaning still.
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