Wednesday, December 01, 2004

winter drive poem

Snow
Cold
VRAAAA!
Motionless

I sit
Noisily
Suspended
On a slope

Kind hands
Push behind
I creep up
And drive away

Strangers
Kindly helping
Kept me from backsliding
Into their stuck cars
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