Friday, February 12, 2010

now the jamming sessions


Now quaint life
Suddenly turning into jam
Motorists fielding day
On the roads

Homeward bound
The escapees return
To the place where they were born
Putting prints of life

The road manners
It will hard to follow
Each try to get into it
The place they want to go

A funeral procession
Late morning holding traffic
A tortoise pace
Motorists can't complain

The shops on the roads
Set it up by the town council
The brisk business money exchanges
The day gone another to reflect

The Roaring Tiger
The hungry of meat
Economic isn't getting up quick
It will be slow recovery

The hot sun
The burning sun rays
Knifing heat on the skin
As the people go

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