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stop sign
A Red sentinel standing
On the corner
Of spruce and time
Observing many I
.
See Caesars;
Carpe diem choices that
Cheat fate and tempt death
With zugzwang moves.
.
Living their lives like
Someone left the gate open,
Out and about they bound
Four paws to the wind.
.
One, too
Busy to notice
My single syllable;
Till the Semi
.
Took exception of your
Lack of attention
In metallic ways
as you texted 'hi'.
.
Busted engine blocks,
And broken bones,
And bouncing tires,
And tears at home.
.
The blackened skid marks
Trailing your travail
Like flags following the
Sailing ships of old.
On the corner
Of spruce and time
Observing many I
.
See Caesars;
Carpe diem choices that
Cheat fate and tempt death
With zugzwang moves.
.
Living their lives like
Someone left the gate open,
Out and about they bound
Four paws to the wind.
.
One, too
Busy to notice
My single syllable;
Till the Semi
.
Took exception of your
Lack of attention
In metallic ways
as you texted 'hi'.
.
Busted engine blocks,
And broken bones,
And bouncing tires,
And tears at home.
.
The blackened skid marks
Trailing your travail
Like flags following the
Sailing ships of old.
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