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Premonition
And as you're driving in your car
Too late now you've read this far
It comes to pass on a winding road
A cruising sedan and a lorry load
And as you go by you hear a shout
This is what she had been talking about
And your mind will ring your ears pop
Have to pull over for a while and stop
Contemplating how weird life can be
On the back of the lorry a log rolls free
Too late now you've read this far
It comes to pass on a winding road
A cruising sedan and a lorry load
And as you go by you hear a shout
This is what she had been talking about
And your mind will ring your ears pop
Have to pull over for a while and stop
Contemplating how weird life can be
On the back of the lorry a log rolls free
Published 19th Sep 2016
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20th Sep 2016 10:02pm
20th Sep 2016 11:20pm
23rd Sep 2016 3:17am
Linda..... you scared me with this one...as ..usually I blame nightmares on hot room temp or something to do with my ingestional/intestinal issues ...heeding 'em is better I do believe! another smooth delivery.. impressive!!
23rd Sep 2016 3:26pm
Yes, sorry about that, it's a wicked poem. The idea was to examine induced premonition and how that can change how we behave at critical moments in our lives and send the message that such input needs to be ignored and only the instinctive feelings heeded. The driver in the poem remembered reading this poem and did the wrong thing, stopped when he should have driven on once he had passed the lorry. It is not my wish to try and curse the reader, quite the opposite, it is an attempt to tell him/her to always trust their inner voice.
Thank you very much KDAmB, always appreciate your excellent input
Thank you very much KDAmB, always appreciate your excellent input
