The Window Poem by Rosetta -

The Window

I see you in the window,
Green shirt, sharp eyes,
My first thought: 'Can't be,
You still aren't able to drive.'

Then I remember
your age, so near,
you've almost got a license now,
My god; oh dear.

I imagine you've already crashed the car.

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