PARKING SPACE

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COUNTRY POEMS



          

         A sad look on my face.

         A angry look on my face.

      I'm driving around and around and around.

      A parking space.

     A parking spot is not to be found.

    A long way I'm going to have to walk.

     I, about this want to talk.

   I want to scream and shout.

  That's what this is about.

  I have to park away far because of all these cars.  

  These spaces are all full.  

I'm getting the horns of the bull.

  A fact I can't ignore.

   I've been driving in a circle times four.

   This is taking time a lot.  Do I like this?  I do not.

    I'm going to be late for my date.  This is not great.



            



                    

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Minnehaha Iowa's picture

Relax Chris. Don't sweat the small stuff. You probably need the exercise anyway :)