The Pace Poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
The Pace
The pace
I walked for 50 minutes
Inhaling fumes of cars, it is like
Living in a roundabout
The see air on the seventh floor
At my flat, the air is healthier
But I walk every day because
It is suitable for my diabetes
And it makes me slimmer
Only the walk makes me hungry.
It makes me wonder if
The great and late president Chirac
Walked the street of Paris?
The great and late makes you wonder. This is itself wonder. An amazing sharing is done really.
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4/29/2024 12:42:04 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very nice one. For morning walkers there is no escape from toxic fumes from vehicles. Same here. thanks for sharing such a lovely write.