Hook Line and Sinker
Each moment on the road freedom defies the rules,
Vehicles shy away from the bullock cart mules,
Must you take on the one in an open jaunty ride?
And forget they could mess you up with their dainty stride.
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Deep holes to the left and pot holes to the right,
Shuffle to dodge and you would make others crazy to fight,
In a carriage it is best the old horn will not rattle,
All will hear you as the historic model does battle.
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What if the aged contraption chooses to blow and steam?
Sit by this pond to cool, as you fool tattle fishes to dream.
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Picture prompt:-
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