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Sunday, January 27, 2013

On The Highway

Country Road That Takes Me Home
"On the highway doing 70,
radio volume set at 30,
screaming along with
Peter, Paul, and Mary."
On the highway doing 70,
radio volume set at 30,
screaming along with
Peter, Paul, and Mary.

White store, weathered gray,
“PRAY” the only word on its
yellow sign.

“That’s what I’m doin'
every day.”

Break for a dead cat,
hold its tail with a folded
piece of resume paper,
and move it to the
side of the road,
there is more dignity
in the tall grass.

“I slipped on the shoulder
and landed on my ass.
Guess, that is the cost.”

Bloody gravel chips from
my palms become floorboard
relics. Let the healing begin.
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The Collected Chaff, v. 1.0   
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