PassingA Poem by CajunPoet
People driving look like sleeping zombies,
They keep on trying to pass me every day, Perfectly pressed wearing Abercrombie, Certainly stressed as I keep them at bay. I speed, imagining sweet poetry, While they miss the beauty of everything, It seems so obscene and you all know it, I write hoping to show what you're missing. © 2014 CajunPoet |
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Added on September 2, 2014 Last Updated on September 2, 2014 AuthorCajunPoetLAAboutI write... I am just me. One day I hope to write in a capacity that's more than a hobby. I am my own biggest critic. more..Writing
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