Pot HolesA Poem by Bee Oxford
On my way to work I know where all the pot holes are
I avoid them when I'm driving your car Long lines, Loud laughs, When the sun beats down and you start to sweat I know how to avoid all the things that make you Agitated, angry, upset.
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5 Reviews Added on February 23, 2022 Last Updated on February 23, 2022 AuthorBee OxfordPortland, ORAboutHi I started writing poems and I don't know anyone that likes poems. Thanks for reading. more..Writing
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