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Asphalt as dark as **** blacktop baking in the sun. Eighteen wheelers rolling out, big rigs headed on long runs. Long stretches of highway, from coast to coast they reach.  Across flatlands and over hills, from mountains to the beach. Any direction you choose to go, will lead you to somewhere. Maybe not the way you planned, but eventually you'll get there.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
Highway
Asphalt as dark as **** blacktop baking in the sun. Eighteen wheelers rolling out, big rigs headed on long runs. Long stretches of highway, from coast to coast they reach.  Across flatlands and over hills, from mountains to the beach. Any direction you choose to go, will lead you to somewhere. Maybe not the way you planned, but eventually you'll get there.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 5:42 AM UTC
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