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Jun 2019
cruising the highway
in a car out of control
gas tank on EMPTY
but the tires still roll
bugs on the windshield
bleary eyes behind the wheel
looking hard for something
to beg, borrow, or steal

what road is this?
where does it go?
i just passed a sign
it read, I DON'T KNOW

it must lead somewhere
is SOMEWHERE a place?
if SOMEWHERE is there
i'll stay in this race

but if all i'm doing
is throwing up dust
perhaps i'll pull over
rethink, and adjust

if i'm just wasting fuel
on a road without end
i could just turn around...
and start over again
Herb
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Herb  65/M/Florence, KY
(65/M/Florence, KY)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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