Emissions of smoke, a planned take down.
A German wolf, red I received you'll find.
No air bag in the car I now own.
In Eyemouth a tractor and trapped from behind.
Something is wrong with my phone.
You missed the mark, I decended, pitching in a metal rocking-horse how unkind.
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Author:
Kris Learmonth (
Offline) - Published: May 5th, 2019 03:03
- Comment from author about the poem: My "grand" arranged car accident.
- Category: Short story
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Welcome to MPS ! Thanks for sharing yours first Poem ~ KRIS very graphic ! We all plan something every day ! Today Ive planed a BBQ (1pm for Friends) can be very dangerous ! Some folk plan a CAR CRASH (also dangerous) to each his own ! Ive just returned from NEW ZEALAND (land of extreme sports !) where my Fiancee ANGELA is on a work exchange ~ please check our site ! Thanks for Sharing your *trip* !
Yours BRIAN (UK)
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