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Jul 2019
Floating on air as if it's not there.

Rubber Underneath bumping beneath.

The glass beside that magically floats down.

Is usually smeared and squiels with sound.

The seats are comfy and rides are bumpy.

When we're on our way in the car today.
Written by
G J O'Brien  Small Town in Mississippi
(Small Town in Mississippi)   
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   Bogdan Dragos
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