Hailing-Pleiades
How I'll miss city life,
hail taxis day or night,
hazardously they drive,
hope I arrive alive,
hear all the traffic noise,
horns tooting full of scorn,
harsh looks are all around,
hang on your country bound.
2-18-17
Copyright © Cheryl Hoffman | Year Posted 2017
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