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the road a dumpster???

Driving along on a pleasant evening
Looking out at an empty road
A rare sight, not often seen!

Out comes flying a bottle into my vision
Looking around for a spaceship
All I detect is a Lancer!

To people in the car I venture to ask
The originator of the rubbish
And set them to task

Unrepentant, incomprehensible looks
I get greeted with!
Utter silence I am left with!

Then I watch another scenario unfold!
The driver’s side window
Comes swooshing down

An apology is what I am all set for!
I see rubbish flying out again
The road before…the divider then!

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Anonymous said…
Nice work. Sad but true! - Jayu
10:21 PM
Anonymous said…
Checking it out!
11:25 AM
Anamika said…
Hey Jayu!

Thanks for the compliment!

Anu
4:34 PM
Anamika said…
Anon!

Would you care to share your views on your checking out with the writer???
4:35 PM
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