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Snail's Pace

Summer And the city air tastes like a dream Mirages above sidewalks at eight a.m The freeway kicks and screams like a spoiled child But I won't give in to them Stress It is written on so many faces I'm sorry, but I won't be taking their places I walk like a snail at a pace where I'm free While people drive like lunatics To go home and watch TV By Kyle Ezra Kriticos

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Elizabeth Wesley

Date: 3/9/2013 7:19:00 PM

I like the pace Kyle, gives a person time to stop and smell the roses and so much more. You've got the right attitude and remind the rest of us in your poetry! :)