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Stop Sign

I was driving fast, I think I saw a stop sign. Too bad. Too late now. I'll just look for another, And I'll stop for twice as long.

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Joseph May

Date: 3/22/2024 5:26:00 PM

Speeding can make you miss the signs, and endanger others, Nicely penned

Robert Schatz

Date: 3/5/2024 4:54:00 PM

I do this "making up for" stuff all the time. (I put this bottle in the trash can, not the recycling bin, so I'll pick up the next two bottles I see laying on the ground and put them in the recycling bin.) Also, really enjoyed your haiku(s) Hopeful Nature and Ghost Sale, as well as your senryu Football. I like all your poems I've read and will definitely read more. Cheers!

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 3/5/2024 5:32:00 PM

Thank you. With that, I'd better start writing. I've been in a holding pattern. I like your poetry, as well

Thama Logan

Date: 2/13/2024 2:43:00 PM

Hello Hilda, This poem made me smile as I have done this myself from time to time. Thank you for the lovely comment you posted regarding my poem. Blessings, Thama Logan

Hilda Greenhough
Date: 2/13/2024 3:58:00 PM

Thank you for reading my tanka. I hope you don't get a ticket. (See my poem titled Small Town Cop.)