Driving other people's vehicles
At unsafe speeds
Through populated areas
Is what we called it
It was a time and space
The world moved through
They were the children of Bosnia
For a small place so many
Not so much about their numbers
But our speed
For a time it was the slowest place in the Balkans
"Bon bon." Someone had shared candy
We never heard the end of it
The other roads opened I still hear
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