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Jul 2013
how many cars have I owned,
an American male, yet I always
seem to travel by thumb,
hitching my way from A to B  
or unwittingly to C
with another at the wheel
when will I be driving
making my own signaled turns  
pressing the pedal to the floor
or screeching to a stop  
in the middle
of a frantic freeway
rush hour, just to see
if anybody knows I am there  
when they hear
the crushing crash
I have not traveled by thumb in 42 years--still, I feel someone else has their foot on the gas, their hands on the wheel
spysgrandson
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