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#hyperspace
My first car was a Pontiac; Winding down County Road 577, Hand atop wheel, A boy and his machine, Letting snow swoop by like Hyperspace. I miss those quiet rides. But dreams dissolve, evolve, And I’ve another tangent Upon the tip of my Tongue – Something, somewhere, Somewhen, fitting, And prior another attempt at sleep.
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 9:02 AM UTC
'88 Pontiac Dream