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Road Dawg

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As we ride,

me at the wheel,

you in the back,

windows down,

tunes in sync with the day,

the sun shine guiding our way..

I am tickled with the realization,

that my six year old daughter is my road dawg....

And I would not have it any other way.

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OTHER POEMS WRITTEN BY creamadacrop

Kin

I am a dreamer,

who lives in a tunnel with no end.

A philathrpoist of thought,

bound to the word by sin.

We can share this story without median.

Feel free to come over,

as we are one in the same,

--kin.

Road Dawg

As we ride,

me at the wheel,

you in the back,

windows down,

tunes in sync with the day,

the sun shine guiding our way..

I am tickled with the realization,

that my six year old daughter is my road dawg....

And I would not have it any other way.

Inibriation

Pure inibriation,

flying fancy of delight,

Air Tight,

aero dy...

maneuver through Naysayers, hate mongers,

the Hitite.

Grounded now,

walk light, stay upright.

Steady finger flips the switch,

yearn for day,

forget the Night.