Back Seat GridlockA Poem by PeteOne may be drunk with love without being any nearer to finding his mate. - ThoreauShe was riding shotgun. I was driving. She told me to take the freeway. I took the backroad. She insisted, "Take the next left." I took a right. Last thing she said was, "When you leave, don't forget to turn out the light." Decree indicated, "Irreconcilable Differences." Restraining order stressed, "Always maintain proper distances ..." © 2020 PeteAuthor's Note
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