The white lady hovers above my head,
her hands waving at the car
the car speeds down the road.
An old lady crosses that road
she turns, looks, horror.
The look of horror on her face.
The look of horror on her face.
The white lady hovering.
The Look of horror.
Both have the same face.
I wave my hands frantically
the car just continues speeding
the driver.
the face is all to familiar.
The white lady, the look of horror, the driver
All have the same face.
The car stops suddenly.
suddenly.
A guy comes out.
His face.
Is the same as mine.
posted by gary @ 6:51 PM
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