Poem #7

I go 45 in a 45 zone.
I don’t take what other people own.
When I hear an unwelcome tone,
I leave well enough alone.

In pursuit of my very own ice cream cone,
I read a tome at home.
“Don’t postpone or bemoan.”
“Hone, get known, like a cyclone.”
Now I’ve flown and grown,
And shown I can do it on my own.

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