Terence G. Craddock

(Westport New Zealand)

A Slow Car


I knew that
was a slow car
because it was not
going fast

see the snail trail
S shaped wandering
all over the road

see the knuckles
gripping the wheel
straight rigid ram rod
driving position

Submitted: Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, February 26, 2014

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Written in February 2014 on the 25.2.2014.
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Copyright © Terence George Craddock

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  • Terry Craddock (2/26/2014 3:23:00 PM)

    A Slow Car

    I knew that was a slow car because it was not going fast
    see the snail trail S shaped wandering all over the road
    see the knuckles gripping the rigid ram rod driving position

    Above is the original version, strange how some cannot get these version? Reader choice supplied enjoy :) (Report) Reply

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