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Nov 2018
A light that shines when all others are out
That midnight treat, an escape, a desperation technique
Conversations with an immigrant whose stories are bone chillingly scary
Now keeping tabs on a fridge full of Solero's just wondering if his daughter escaped the screams, the gunfire and if she's now unknowingly buried
The drunk arrives, ***** now gone, gawping at the top shelf
Tried it on, alone tonight, 2 minutes with page 7 just might help
Dome roundabout, A41, a place to stop, from Harrow to Tring
Filling up on a Wednesday, hoping the same man isn't now serving
Air in the sky now 50p to fill the tyres that let us travel
If it wasn't for these rubber soles our lives would be stuck in gravel
But you're hungry and are willing to pay the price for a Ginsters roll
No change for the bridge named after our Queen, how dare they give it a toll
It stands out bright that expensive castle on the hill
Ten pence a litre more to fill the car but hey, you just want to get home and your willing to foot the bill

JJB
I go to church every Sunday, which is like going to the gas station once a week and really, really filling up - Anne Lamott

It's a pipe dream, but for me, I've always wanted a Tesla. I would never have to go to a gas station -- Maren Morris

I just like people. I'll hold a conversation at a gas station. It's not about the fame and the fortune, I just like people - Lionel Richie
John Bartholomew
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John Bartholomew  45/M/Cambridge
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