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joys of traffic |
| I stare at the green light just six cars ahead. My mind keeps wondering is the lead car dead. traffic has come to a complete halt. Going to be late but it's not my fault. Bosses are angry they don't care. Stuck here behind these idiots I swear. Traffic is moving oh but so slow How I just wish these people would go. Closer and closer to the light up ahead. It has turned yellow, no now it is red. Sunlight beats down on my blazing head. Driving in Bend is something I dread. |