Road Sign on Dead Mans Gully

Speeding
Won’t kill you,
It’s when you have to stop dead
That will,
Your only need is one tree,
And a brain that will agree.
Oh and one more thing
During your speeding fling,
Watch out for people, who forget to glance,
For while you’re alive
They have no chance.

poem by Ken e Hall
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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