i have my pot roast with me
still steaming from lunchbox
i'm tempted to have some bite
have to go before traffic jam
i could drive slow with music
thinking of last year's take
i am on my rejoicing planet
stepping gently on cobblestone
i might happen to pick some
pearls from long merriment
if not still happy; i'm well
my car is waiting for me
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