snow flurries turn rain
all those salt on street
melted now, leaving sand
filling forgotten holes,
splattering my windshield
like sandpaper, not good
so many accidents again
fender bender everywhere
I am following a driver
so slow should be cited
I have to change lane or
endure her fear of driving
wish she be home safely
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