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Poetic T Aug 2017
I'm travelling 60mph and then
you pass me like you think you
got warp speed under your hood,
Nervous drivers now moving over.

Going no where fast, chilling on
the road, then I hit the island,
and see you kissing the bushes
car looks not so good..

Karma slapped you good,
thinking you got road skills,
but your just trimming bushes,
I wave smiling, driving on my way.

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