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Driving in the slow lane...
Out of harms way
How can this story
Turn to decay?

First, he comes an inch to my rear
Thinking my speed will increase, rapidly
I maintain my limit, I follow the rules
So he shifts to the left, to the lane of fools

He drives right on past me
Out his window I did see
He throws up a finger
By this, I am displeased

I tried to let it go, hold I could not
The heat of my rage, grew boiling hot
So I followed the fool into mischief, I did
Hoping to spook him, god forbid

As I got to my turn upfront I did see
A small little car showed him my courtesy
Now I was him, to his rear at an inch
About to crash into his small little winch

I continued to follow, to see where he rest
I was hoping to get out, stomp him like a pest
He turned to the left but, forgot his blinker
By this, I was sure, he just took a tinker

He paved me a path, to my normal route
The the land of the great Walbridge avenue
Over the bumps and through the 'Woods'
The pest had landed, right under my hooves

I went to my mailbox, saw the monsters lair
I looked at his vehicle, gave it a stare
So I took out my mail, then wrote on my paper
"Oh, 'JKMURPHY', we'll have some fun later"

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