Driving Home
Waiting in traffic, what a waste of time
Sixteen hours a week, it's just such a crime
The mind wonders to so many things
Sometimes I wish my car could sprout wings
Each light causes my temperature to climb
Think I'll have pizza for dinner
Contest:What is a Randomling
Sponsored By:Mary Oliver Rotman
8/14/15
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