Jammed in the backseat of that old pick-up truck,
the three of us were fighting for another inch,
any sort of length to stretch our legs out.
Grumbling about the sun streaming
through the window at our backs
the air conditioning stutters, stops.
With no power, no engine, no relief,
gliding downhill into that desert town,
glad for the valley this place grew in.
Highway was slow moving that day,
sweat trickling down our backs,
we were all silently praising that luck.
Just enough motion to pull into
that first repair garage.
A vacation to remember.















Devious Comments
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I'm Like A Needle To The Vein
||Roses are #FF0000, Violets are #0000FF, All of my base, Are belong to you
I like the way it flows, like the stream of memory. You can almost hear the laughing conversational tone of it. Well done
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I'm Like A Needle To The Vein
||Roses are #FF0000, Violets are #0000FF, All of my base, Are belong to you
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Comfort in exchange for need.
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Comfort in exchange for need.
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