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rain poetry: Scalding breeze at fifty five, freezing rain in puddles dive- sunshine blinds the morning dawn; wooded ride; beware the fawn. but these rose colored goggles, that I’m looking through- mask threats environmental; power past creations’ truth. Yellow lights, traffic crawling- A-D-D electric scrawling… angry rage, excessive speed; avoiding impacts is my creed. but these rose colored goggles, clear highways I see; oil spills and potholes deep- occasionally around I creep. Loose chains, brake pads real thin; a second job for dollars win. Adjust the clutch, buy more chrome- new battery before I roam. But these rose colored goggles, elastic band all stretched- show only the beauty, of good rides, fully fetched.
Posted on: Sat, 13 Sep 2014 16:10:21 +0000

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