Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear
Blowout Flat Tire At the Cemetery Steer Clear
While on the corner of the street I adhered
A injured open wounded possum peers
Running back and forth so unclear
A loud bang I almost crash seems I have a flat tire
I jacked up my Jeep Wagoneer
Of which my blow out seemed so severe
It's the dead of night it's a bit spooky here
Mists and winds and sour smells
All of this in the atmosphere
The pans and pains of mystery premiere
Trees engulf me come towards me they adhere
I've calling AAA but my cell phone died all's not well
Boo the cat runs across the street seems to disappear
In enchanted visions of scary things dear
Bicarbonated liquid fear
Street flying squirrels gilding over near
10/14/17
James Edward Lee Sr.
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