In the meantime, some poetry. Keep in mind that I am not a poet, but every once in a while, a little poem demands to be let out of my brain. I think it's nicer to have free-range poems, rather than caged ones, so I let it out.
Seventy-five
I'm going seventy-five
in the slow lane
Trucks speed past
and make me wobble
I step on the gas
trying to keep up
Little blue hairs
are speeding by
Nothing that I was taught
applies on the interstate
Speed is relative
so is the law
I'm going seventy-five
in the slow lane
And life's still
passing me by
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