The A35

Posted on May 31, 2019 by | Leave a comment

The A35

I grew up

next to the A35;

it was small and black,

almost a bubble-car;

I don’t suppose that I would fit in one now;

but, upon seeing one on the road, today,

It took me on a little journey.

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