The rubber met the road.
The pedal hit the metal.
Raindrops filled the kettle.
The explorer did not settle.
The peasant earns Shekels.
Many faces wear frowns.
Some attendees heckled.
The rubber met the road.
The host ended the show.
Robots speak morse code.
Frogs claim to be toads.
The snakes in the grass
slither fast as the blades
cut and the blinds shut.
In life, follow your sight
and do what is right.
Trust your gut. Pretend
that you did not just hit
a dead end. Go spend time
before time spends
you. I mean, shoot.
Time to turn around.
We are not quite ready
to sing the blues, read
the news, or face the fact
that we must pay off our debt.
Just turn around,
and you will be free: set.

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