It's not surprising to
yield, but angering the extra car takes guts and fight - nerves tangle as children embarrass parents with patience, staring at nothing but steel, plastic, rubber, it gives way to concrete? Now we part ways, but remember this day, this place, we tangled over a cloud, a blue - sky that says freedom - but chains never loosen from steering wheels gripped with fear. To know the way is easier than to give away. Please allow this door to open to another lane, she, he said as to the Samaritan, lying by the road, torn with anger. He and she know unbridled pain in the stare down over choosing a radio - station, speaker, Then I knew all about them, the car that did such and such before I trafficked in insanity. © 2013 Larry Ingram
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