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May 2012
I keep time while I drive with my left foot
And presumably flatten the pedals with my right
As I get out, my jeans rub with the velvet
Completing the circuit with a metal door, quite trite

Chanting with a focused tunnel vision
I bid my stereo good night
Ending my ride in a final decision
I depart to fall asleep in the leaves
Paul Rousseau
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