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Written for the Mundane Metamorphosis Contest |
| Driving to work in my groovy, new Jeep the two lane road becoming my racetrack transcending cars with Granny - grunt drivers. See them only faintly as I look back - leaving them in dust, nearing the next pack – pedal to the metal, speeding onward. Applying my mascara and lipstick - left knee on steering wheel frees up my hands. Sixty miles per hour in a forty-five - radio blaring my favorite bands; wind in my hair, tangling all the strands - advancing aggressively forward. View another poem written by this particular form's creator, Just call me Omni
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