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Fourteen

October 3, 2018
By Anonymous

Day after day,

I look out the window

of my car, my parents taking me

to my destination.


I tap my fingers on the window

as we turn onto London Road.

A  Ferrari passes by,

the red metal shiny and smooth.


How I wish to feel the steering wheel

underneath my hands.

To go wherever I please,

to be free on the road.


But time seems to slow down,

stopping to laugh in my face.

Because I am only 14,

waiting to turn sixteen.


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This piece was made on 9-23-18


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