The Dmv Oh My
My licence was coming due,
I now need to go and renew. Off the DMV I must go, boy are the lines really slow. Now it is my turn to step up, I feel like a brand new pup. She had three unpaid tickets for me, I wanted to flee like a bee. This has to be wrong, you cannot get tickets riding on King Kong. She said I was right, I left happy and not with a fight.
Date Written: 1/14/2022
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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