Thursday, September 10, 2009

Races Schmaces.

Ode to the End of Race Season

My street became so busy,

With weird people everywhere.

My mind was in a tizzy-

I hate being forced to share.

But now I park wherever,

And I can walk where I like.

No more stupid visitors

Who think they’re hot and clever.

I say to them, take a hike,

For they make me so bitter.

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