Cars And Countysides (Triolet Poem)

Cars and countrysides, and I'm waiting.
I'm waiting on rest from the running.
Going, going, the people keep going.
Cars and countrysides, and I'm waiting.
Here in the countryside there's constant motion.
Here in the countryside life is in motion.
Cars and countrysides, and I'm waiting.
I'm waiting on rest from the running.

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