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Jul 2010
A fox in the road
and two garbage cans-
at least only one
**** fills my hands.
My focus was taken
by the twisting street,
and I forgot to look
in the passenger's seat.
You see, I thought
you were a brother of mine...
however, I've misread
'one way' signs.
Home by 8
and through the door by 10,
I crashed, unsound,
right about then.
So, I guess I'm now stuck
in a two way ****...
but the window is clean
and I make my own luck.
At least I could spare
the cans and the fox.
The others will
duel the crosswalks.
Written by
Mo
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