I try too hard to rhyme...

~jrlrock


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The moon floated overhead

Countless shadows twisted and sped

We drove by the old oak

Up into the air went tendrils of smoke

The sky darkened as we drove on

Driving for a while; it was nearly dawn

As the sun slowly rose and the moon went down

Finally we could see our destination town

We gasped as shimmering lights hit us

Like a freight train; the baby began to fuss

For the lights were blinding on her immature eyes

After traveling for so long in the dark

The light was indeed a beautiful spark

"A Drive in the Night"

11/14/10