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Ode to Blue Haired LadiesA Poem by FlatDaddyEver wonder why those blue haired ladies driving monstrous cars down the highway never seem to collide with anyone? Here's the answer. |
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Vampire ShadowA Poem by SoulCrusader (Yas)I’m like a vampire I can’t stand the light I sleep all day And stay awake all night All night long it’s just .. |
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Travelling by CarA Poem by MeghanIn response to a prompt. I used to have frequent nightmares of driving, I assume because I used to be terrified of the concept. |
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an old-model chevroletA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonon the road again. |
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The GardenA Story by Georgina V SollyA couple go to find a business partner whose help they need, only to find him otherwise occupied. |
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Deriving FreedomA Poem by Anna SandyTry to start it up, and sometimes it doesn’t turn over. Every once in awhile it squeals right before it turns over. The heat doesn’t wor.. |
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The RobberyA Story by Joseph SmithBilly and Ray, two small time, gas station bandits find themselves in a situation neither one is quite ready to handle in this story of morality in an.. |
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The AccidentA Poem by wThe sky was never bright. It remained a dull grey and it was expected to rain. But for some reason it held off all day and stayed cool and .. |
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Traveling Near and Traveling FarA Poem by Barbara WalkerMy thoughts and feelings on being the only licensed driver in my immediate famiky |
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Like True Love's First Kiss (6.29.11)A Poem by DenyceMarieJust about a moment in time. |
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MobileA Poem by Criss JamiWhy'd I hide itYeah that kind of riotWhen you sigh and the silence shrieks louder than verbs andAnd the direction the affection takes thenPressures th.. |
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a golden sun smiles benevolence upon meA Poem by felionesstraveling along the road to Gjurat |
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Please Not AgainA Poem by orsunshineI recently lost a 2nd friend due to a drunk driving accident. He was hit by a drunk driver crossing the street. This is my reaction to news and thinki.. |
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The Passenger's SeatA Poem by Sarah StearnsThe pits and pats on metal tincan make wavy images blend.And although it may be a sin,it seems the drops will never end. |
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SwerveA Poem by James William DyerDriving home, under the influence of narcotics, considering the state of things inside myself. |
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Wrecking-ball "a blue corollary"A Poem by ChanceNo falling this time!Foot to the floorFull throttleRacingCareening Never slowingICRASHthroughyourlifeTime stopsMomentarily suspended around youJagged .. |
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Im happy, somethings wrongA Chapter by Elizabeth GrossBella sat on the bench outside of her house waiting for Danny, the butterflies in her stomach fluttering around like moths near a light. She took a de.. |
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