FROG 2

Famously again I was trying to conquer the 8 lanes of the highway's traffic tester during the peak of rush hour

Rain's plused deeds on the main's unhushed and skying truths was bonkers, it was straight and plain, dusk was my day, it was drastic, I could no longer be passive, my task's biz, became that math wiz, the weather was pouring, without feathers I went soaring, for the opening's letter was forming, and unsequestered was I for the roaring of that week's crossing so plused and devoured

Oh! The semi's heart and thrust had power, then her hemi's parts with rust was mad and towered, my game with such speed and blame was flying, they had honkers, great cats-danes (I said), dived and unpained was my still alive saves, they weren't plastic, how I was that jester, how I met her, traffic's warnings were my memories to keep, I wasn't a toy of plush and-or a coward

Gone with the wind I then became, strong with my limbs was the day so sane, then with my whims I went running south across the plains, Dodge City's binge had a Kansas ring and I couldn't remain under the summer's chamber and-or cane

* Avalon Dakota

* 3-27-26

* 7:41pm

* FROG 2