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Rush Hour MAG

By Anonymous

   People are

cars

tailgating on the

interstate highway,

tapping my shoulder,

motioning friendliness,

with their hands,

each

with a sympathetic tear

in his eye for me.

There are

worlds of people to befriend,

but in my world,

the one I love,

drives

with black tinted windows

that I can't see past

during rush hour.





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