Shakia Sweers
Saturday, August 6, 2011
When the traffic slows down and then goes into gridlock, how do you pass the time, would you write a poem?
I kinda like this but live in a rural place, can no longer drive, but this could all be metaphorical, in the sense of snarl-ups and gridlock.
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