Walk
Walk.
To the store.
To the mail.
To the bank.
To your friends or family’s house.
Walk.
To your car.
To your destination.
Feeling so impatient.
Isn’t walking such a tire and bore?
Walk.
Copyright © Jennifer Wallace | Year Posted 2008
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