| Road Rage: By Linda Danielle, Ironside, |
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| Just driving along at an average pace, |
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| What’s the hurry, I’m in no race, |
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| When a car from nowhere comes into view, |
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| What’s his problem? I haven’t a clue, |
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| Beeping and shouting, flashing his lights, |
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| This kind of driver gets into fights, |
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| Its been a bad day, I’m not in the mood, |
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| People these days on the road are so rude, |
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| Well, I’m not giving in, it’s my right of way |
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| Whatever happens, I will have my say, |
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| Slowing down as he overtakes, |
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| His rear lights show he’s slammed on his brakes, |
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| He gets out leaving his door ajar, |
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| Walking swiftly, he approaches my car, |
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| I wind down the window, I refuse to get out, |
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| It’s just me and him, no one else is about, |
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| Excuse me Madam he says with a smile, |
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| I’ve been trying to talk to you for the last mile, |
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| He says he’s a Policeman, his card shows the proof, |
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| Did you know Madam, your bags on your roof? |
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