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The miles melt beneath the tires As the odometer climbs higher Towards my next oil change. The sun shines in a cloudless sky As the green fields go sailing by, Their cows oblivious to my passing. The needle on the gauge sinks lower As the gasoline powers the motor, And I make my way home.
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Oct 8, 2009
Oct 8, 2009 at 8:38 AM UTC
going home
The miles melt beneath the tires As the odometer climbs higher Towards my next oil change. The sun shines in a cloudless sky As the green fields go sailing by, Their cows oblivious to my passing. The needle on the gauge sinks lower As the gasoline powers the motor, And I make my way home.
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Oct 8, 2009
Oct 8, 2009 at 8:38 AM UTC
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