Full-time four wheeled drive system takes day off.
Fridge talks to me in quiet of early morning.
Click,
Click,
Tick,
Whirrrr!
Mr Smith forgets his cup.
Radio plays song,
wakes ghosts of times past.
In haste,
man spills coffee.
Drops of rain touch my face
as the road climbs sharply in front of me.
Traffic lights change.
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