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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Driving down that familiar road, For miles and miles and miles it goes, You forget about keeping your eyes on your travels, On that same old bumpy patch of gravel. That highway stretches from your teenage woods On the passage way near your worthless bale of goods Speeding past boring scenery, Near the knoll of fast girl greenery. Don't fall asleep, it's later than it seems, You don't want to be caught in a wet dream. The rain falls every now and again So both hands on the wheel and until then, Keep your phone unlocked and ready to call The heartbreak police, if your soul does fall Into the broken down lane, where passerbys smirk And your passenger pretends you're not really hurt. There's potholes down by the seven year stretch, So swerve to avoid them with lifelines to catch You'll find lots of help, on mile marker two Right near the corner of the free girl zoo. But you've driven this rig since before your first spring, When you ignored all the signals and didn't answer it's ring. On this patch of land, the lights are on dead While visions of fakery dance in your head. Now it's time to trade in, time to give up On smiles and giggles and laughter and love. You put on many miles, changed many flats But the old dying ship, won't give anything back. The seats full of tears and years of abuse There's only so much one driver can lose. It's time to sell it, before it's too late Even winners will lose, if only to fate.
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