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On Our Way To School

On Our Way To School

Sorry for being late (7:55am) today even though you were early (8:01am).
Your driving isn't like yesterdays,
It's rough and from my point of view; the car is flying on mid air.

Am I not worthy for you to be so silent towards to me ?
Is this my punishment for waking up so late, yet it's early
I had to Moe late last-night around 12:59am due to some unwanted laziness 

The gospel music in the background isn't soothing the feeling your hiding. 
Because your not singing them today
Like you always do!

Driving pass some horse in the rain, 
My son said "good-bye" with his big cheesy smile which made me smile 
Making our way to school with no words being spilled

We've finally made it
I can finally breathe 

Gwen.P

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Tony Taylor

Hey GWEN!!..... Anxiety can be truly debilitating!!.....I like the way you painted the scene as a 'heavy duty' drive to school!..... made for a compelling narrative write!!......ALL STARS!!..... well done dear poet sister!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!....T xo ?☀✴✳♥?

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linda wright

very nice poem linda interesting to say the least 

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LULU KING

Aww thanks very much Tony! And thank you Linda wright! 

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zZzleepy

The gospel music in the background isn't soothing the feeling your hiding. 

I really love this line...wow girl! damn it!

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