The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 119 Poem by Flying Lemming
The 'Poem A Day' Project ~ Day 119
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A chill through the air, fog on the road
Don’t need to follow the Highway Code
So what if my vision is impaired
I’m king in this car, I’m not Scared
The roads may have an icy condition
But I can drive by intuition
I speed past truck and petrol station
The grave my final destination
As I skid and flip and meet disaster
‘Cos I was dying to get home faster
Saturday, December 8, 2007
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5/10/2024 5:09:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I like this aswell. Its good i like the ending.