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Impaired Walking in the Turning Lane
A tall old woman, still vigorous and strong
Striding along in the center lane at dawn
Talking to some people who weren’t there
And they who were not there were talking to her
And the police came; they talked to her too
While gently and politely seating her
In the most comfortable chair they could offer
“Please mind your hands and feet, ma’am,” they said
Upon us all she smiled, a lady that day,
Who commanded those young men to drive her away
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