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Putting my foot firmly on the pedal We come to an abrupt, But expected Halt. Wanting to be bored But suffering with frustration. The disco tail lights offer a way out That is not taken. What hope do we have? Like sitting on a rock Its not that bad But it could always be better. Steering slowly east The shadows move Faster than the grass growing. Need to check the paint. Familiar settings Allow for the tasting of an expected dinner. Not mundane Not after this journey.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
On my way
Putting my foot firmly on the pedal We come to an abrupt, But expected Halt. Wanting to be bored But suffering with frustration. The disco tail lights offer a way out That is not taken. What hope do we have? Like sitting on a rock Its not that bad But it could always be better. Steering slowly east The shadows move Faster than the grass growing. Need to check the paint. Familiar settings Allow for the tasting of an expected dinner. Not mundane Not after this journey.
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Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 4:27 AM UTC
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