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Apr 2014
First we wake up.
In the same bed I followed you too.
You picked me up in that big jeep,
I have to run and jump into.


Today I will climb into your jeep,
the big one with big tires.

I will make you climb in along with me and Ill drive and stall out all over.  
Ill drive it down the road, to the farm.  
And when I get frustrated with it you'll tell me it's okay.
You'll hold my hand and help me shift from the passenger side.

Ill enjoy these moments the ones I love.  
They will be my pull my push.
Because I know, and it pains me to think that Monday I must go back to the hell in witch I reside.  

At 4 a.m I'll crawl from the bed...
Until Thursday my dear


At least that's how I hope it will go.  
How I want it to turn out.
But who knows what will come.
How this will all pan out.
K603
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