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Apr 2017
Lost on the road
no map, no phone
Dark outside
spooky, dogs barking.
rain begins to fall.
The night air is cold.
no more gas.
should I get out?
there's a house
no lights on.
getting out going to the house.
now I can say I'm home
Written by
Harold r hunt sr  63/M/union sc
(63/M/union sc)   
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