I got to drive a truck today,
Big, Noisy, Rough,
Weaving in and out of
the people walking by.
Swarms of them, its a
Miracle!
I didn't hit anyone
Swerving, weaving
Through cars, students,
Flying around corners,
Don't you walk in front of me.
Large, clumsy vehicle,
this truck,
Finally wobbling into my
Parking spot.
Walking away...
God, I hope that scratch
was there before...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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