Wormhole at 100 MPH

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Wormhole at 100 MPH

According to the map I stowed
this was the road,
now where's the gate?
I can't be late.

The gauge says over ninety-five.
To stay alive
I must go fast...
the die is cast.

As wormholes go, it's very brief
I'm like a thief
sneak in, sneak out
time's roundabout.


Form: Minute Poetry

The Minute Poem is rhyming verse form consisting of 12 lines of 60 syllables written in strict iambic meter. The poem is formatted into 3 stanzas of 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4; 8,4,4,4 syllables. The rhyme scheme is as follows: aabb, ccdd, eeff

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