RUSH HOUR

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COUNTRY POEMS



        Yes, the traffic so slow.

        Nowhere fast, is where I do go.

        Why does this happen, I don't know.

        We've been here an hour.

        Yes, me, this traffic does overpower.



         Rush hour.



      Here on the highway, I ask why.

      Here on the freeway, you can clearly see.

      I can't wait to get free.

      Traffic for miles.  

      There are no smiles.



        Rush hour.



        Is there another way to go?

        I don't think so.

        Is there a short cut?

        There are thousands of other cars here too.

        Yes, it's true.  I'm really blue.

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