A poem about driving late at night.
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Driving down the highway,
thru the lonely dark.
Wishing for a likely place,
where I can quickly park.
And finally fix this little thing,
that’s got me in a bind.
Because my eyes are floating,
I think I’m going blind.
But down this lonely highway,
don’t care what speeding is.
I’ve got to find a place to stop
and take a nice long whiz!
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