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Feb 2017
catching a ride with
a stranger,
because at 34
i've no one else
to count on,
a stranger
that's known me
for all my 34 years
but has never
known me
he was there
which is more
than some can say
but he was never
really there
he took me fishing
a few times
so there's that
awkward silence ensues
and even more awkward
conversation
here's my stop
so i get out
and thank him
for the ride
and the stranger
drives off
and i hope one day
my kids will be able to say
that i was never there
but i was always
really
there.
Chris
Written by
Chris  Tennessee
(Tennessee)   
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