He asked if I wanted to run
So he took my arm and raced with me
In front of a purple bus
Around a speeding bike
And behind an angry Indica
Am I surprised I'm still alive?
Or did I trust his hold on me?

Poetry by Puddled
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Written on 2008-02-09 at 21:11

Tags Road  Danger  Safety 

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