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Be a Thinker Use Your Blinker
You saw me riding my bike
as I came to the cross walk
you were there again
admiring the flowers
in my basket I chimed
my bell as the little man
legs started to move
inside the box flashing
light began blinking
on the street pole
I noticed you again
as I began to cross instantly
you pulled out no signal
confusing traffic sirens glared
my inner ear blood stained
my helmet a truck driver yell
that driver never turned
on a signal how was I
too know she'd pull out
eyes sinking mind thinking
Copyright ©
Yolanda Nicholsen
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