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The Visit

I hear the humming of the road from under my feet
as I comfortably ajust my new leather seat.
Radio plays memories of songs gone by.
Tapping on the wheel to mr, blus skie's.
Everything feels just like it should.

trees float by fields in bloom and the sun 
giving birth to rays of golden yellow heat as 
the tapping of my  fingers move to my feet.

Some day's everything seems right. 
from the sound of the music to the 
colour of the light.
As my mind wonders free from all that's in it
I'm inching my way to that hospital Visit.

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