I was dropping off my friend
When my brother thought it was the end.
My car door’s window became broken.
It could only stay open.
My voice was lost from yelling.
He could tell my anger was swelling.
I could not believe this had happened.
Domer’s demeanor saddened.
My parents said it can get fixed.
Even so, my eyes were transfixed.
We brought it to the mechanic the next day.
While I waited, I wrote a college essay.
In no time the window was repaired.
My window in my car could open and close again
So my brother was no longer scared.
Now, everything is better I suppose.
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