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DRIVING
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ABSTRACT POEMS My foot on the gas
All these other cars I'm gonna pass.
I've had my fill of being near and now I'm trying to try being far.
My hand on the horn,
I've been wanting to do this, since the day I was born.
Where am I going to go? I don't know.
My hand on the wheel, nobody else can understand the way I feel.
Just going to drive. I finally, finally, feel alive.
Describing so well the feelings of a new driver. Makes me think of someone just walking out of DMV with their license in their hands. The first time legally behind the wheel.
Great job,
Lesa