Manonton Dalan

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Morning Ritual - Poem by Manonton Dalan

this road is riddled with cones
it appears to me; west circus
pot holes; as big as my tire
i could see i'll be too tired
to work my eight long hours
i wonder if other state does

our famous corner store pack
with early morning coffee drinkers
some stirring theirs looking busy
very few european cars stops here
mostly big four wheel drives roars
or rice burners; small to be notice

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, December 27, 2011


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