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I am prepared to caravan our Cargo across the country into New times zones. Carpool with our college friends Through rush hour traffic and back roads Without street lights or deer crossing signs. Pledge my allegiance to the Fraternity of road trippers who Believe all homes are mobile. Measure myself by interstate Mile markers—every township line We cross is an invisible stamp On the passport of my soul. Spend bathroom breaks between pilgrimages Gluing Polaroid pictures of our expedition Next to city names in our road atlas. Learn how to **** into coke Bottles in bumper to bumper Traffic between rest stops. Discover new reasons to live As the glow of brake lights guides Me toward the next exit.
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
Road Trip
I am prepared to caravan our Cargo across the country into New times zones. Carpool with our college friends Through rush hour traffic and back roads Without street lights or deer crossing signs. Pledge my allegiance to the Fraternity of road trippers who Believe all homes are mobile. Measure myself by interstate Mile markers—every township line We cross is an invisible stamp On the passport of my soul. Spend bathroom breaks between pilgrimages Gluing Polaroid pictures of our expedition Next to city names in our road atlas. Learn how to **** into coke Bottles in bumper to bumper Traffic between rest stops. Discover new reasons to live As the glow of brake lights guides Me toward the next exit.
christian-sammartino
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Dec 26, 2015
Dec 26, 2015 at 12:12 PM UTC
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