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driven sane

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.

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