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March 24, 2005

Broke Down

It was the night that my car freaked
But I didn't
Not even in the middle of Rt 1
With cars hurriedly honking
Like I wanted to break down
Planned it
At the end of
Only their day

Guilty I sit
In a car that won't move

Knowing it will cost me
More than their moments
Their car is delayed
Mine is dead
They have a cold supper
I can't afford one
Now
And yet, it's my fault
For being stuck - Honk.

Posted by BlueWolf on March 24, 2005 11:17 PM