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Jul 2020
Today I drove
Three states past
The road seemed to never end
Flat green lands
Like a kindergartners landscape
For miles on end
I was stuck in the car no where to go
A historical prison passed
“Tours available”
But I wondered why I’d leave
You and the car
To find another prison
On the same road
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Fry  20/M
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   Ayesha and atticus wilson
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