Car Rides

January 13, 2009
Poetry is like a car ride,
Some people hate them,
Some people love them.
They can last for a long time.
They can last for a short time.
They can make you sick,
But they can also make you want to keep going.
You can either end up at a place that you wanted to go to,
Or become disappointed with the last stop.

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