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Apr 2017
I've got a hand-held mirror
and an old can of spaghetti-o's
in the back pocket
of the passenger side seat.

I'd call off instead of quitting.
I'd pack my clothes
and my books
first.

I'd miss my quirky
little knick knacks.
I'd bring all my blankets
and a lot of beef jerky.

I'd learn to grow
my own tea.

I'd write letters.
I wouldn't send them.

I'd think of returning
often.

I never would.
that's not junk in my trunk, it's my go bag.
Feb.6, 2016
Cate
Written by
Cate  Columbus
(Columbus)   
353
   Ashley Moor
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