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Crawling like a shongololo*
Nose to tail in traffic snarl,
A to B, lands on C,
Mish-mash, car crash,
Bumper bash.
Backseat children start to cry,
‘Okay, okay, keep calm,’ say I,
‘Dry your eyes, we’re all okay,
We’ll brave the crowds another day.’
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©Denise G Allen, 16 December 2013 13:54
*millipede