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Jul 2014
The night stars and moon hung high
Finding directions became a try
Driving by the guidance of the headlights
There were no off ramps in sight
The situation was now becoming a plight
Yet the cars headlights were shining bright
I drove and drove
I found myself in beginning dose
I was driving in what was suppose
Later I took the wrong turn
I was stuck in my own spotlight urn
Driving way out of my way
There are many words that I could say
Next time plan using a road map
It will make it easy as a snap
Perhaps a navigator to pen point my arrive
Then later be at my destination in strive.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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