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Oct 2009
The miles melt beneath the tires
As the odometer climbs higher
Towards my next oil change.

The sun shines in a cloudless sky
As the green fields go sailing by,
Their cows oblivious to my passing.

The needle on the gauge sinks lower
As the gasoline powers the motor,
And I make my way home.
Written by
Jenny Cassell
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