CAB

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 Sitting in a cab.

        Going so slow.

   There's the traffic and

  the rain.

  The meter's running, running, running.

  Funny, I was going so fast on

  the Orange Line.

  K is beside me see.

  I like her, but dont love her.

  I try, but cant do it. 

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I like this poem

it is honest and a short short story, setting  in a cab in the rain, tempo: slow vs fast, characters K (nice) and you (unlover). I has everything including a WOW finish. Exceptional write - slc.



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