The
male cyclist
On
the road to town
The
cloudy sky
The
sun still sneaking out
The
drizzling rain
It
makes no sound
The
male cyclist
He
texts his phone
He
doesn't see his road
He
is confident nobody will crash on him
Cycling
with no fear
He
thinks he is a traffic warden
Of
course nothing happen
He
is safe for today
Maybe
tomorrow he may not be lucky
If
he doesn't change his habit
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