danger

Danger
Rides are road
Cars beeping sirens
Those dredfull blues and twos racing to where ever they go
Unable to hear

These dangers Unable to hear the trafic on are fast mobile cells
Horns beeping cycles weave dangerously in and out weaving through are
Jam packed roads
All going in the same directing but no where fast
Beeping their horns to acknoledge they are there


not going any where
Smog fuel smells are road
Coats are throats leaves a lingering taste
Exhaust fumes every where dirt on road hidden in
Trees dirt
is every where
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Posted: Oct 2013

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Comments (2)

fjamesj9701
One day we will have to surrender the privilege of free will driving to satellite operated cars, maybe. laugh I share the same frustration...Jessemotorcycle
darkhorse555
the roads house a lot of danger angel
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