Tuesday, 5 August 2014

A car

Tiny things pile in, not again!
Wasting precious energy on not much at all.
Constantly working, there is no rest.
You screech to a halt and everyone piles out.
Their gone, quickly run away!
Help me, I'm stuck I can't get away.
They come back.
"I'm tired" you call, but they ignore.
Again you go then screech to a halt.

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