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RASH HOUR

by Charles E Minshall


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A rush of rash hour traffic
Most of us must endure.
For the rash hour traffic
It seems there is no cure.

Horns honking, arms waving,
Birds being flipped.
Yelling and swearing
Foul words being lipped.

A type of behavior
That does detract.
You would think Grandmas
Would use more tact. __________________________

09/27/2001

Posted on 09/27/2001
Copyright © 2026 Charles E Minshall

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/26/05 at 05:04 AM

AHAHAHA!!!... yes, yes, yes... exactly... oh, this one is a true gem!

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