By Ian Copestick
All afternoon, the snow it fell
and the city came to a standstill.
Just a light dusting, an inch or so,
and no one knows how to drive.
Me, I laugh at the fuming faces
as I stroll on by.
My shoe leather faster than their
expensive engines. Which will soon
be obsolete. The internal combustion
engine will soon be a thing of the
past. Feet will walk forever.
and the city came to a standstill.
Just a light dusting, an inch or so,
and no one knows how to drive.
Me, I laugh at the fuming faces
as I stroll on by.
My shoe leather faster than their
expensive engines. Which will soon
be obsolete. The internal combustion
engine will soon be a thing of the
past. Feet will walk forever.
Academy of the Heart And Mind 
Nicely written, Ian.
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