Poetry, Lyrics, & Doggerel, From A Six-Tatami Room, South of Tokyo, Japan
Random Rhymes From An Expat Living A Long Way From Home
Monday, July 31, 2017
MRJ
He only feels alive
When he can drive,
Which fills his need
For freedom and speed,
Movement, control,
And his empty soul...
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