Traffic Jam Poem by dwindra uie
Traffic Jam
Wheels don't spin and the wind don't blowing
Sweat running down the entire body
A wide face and scent
A puzzling head
Anxious faces began to appear
Glancing at the clock and eliminate fatigue fanning
Hoarseness other street
Every ears feels more painful and
Foot passengers began emerging green muscle
Slowly rotate the wheel again
But I was still asleep leaning
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