remeberance
the left arm was broken so I couldn't really pee and the food was Chinese in the right hand of the land so full of sand and the mind couldn't start or program a song of conspiracy and disciplinary and generated a smooth bottom from the wooden spoon in the summer of June, the air had a loom and my mind went zoom and into a gloom of the month of June and the long ride was invested in the stream of black lines on the freeway as we drove up around and straight to the destination as my father stopped to fill his thermos and my mom looked sadly out the window with an appearance of dismay.
I followed my dad down the road my sister slept the whole nine hours in the back of the car. the mirror was twisted and in noticed by the police as he took a turtle ride to Butte, Montana to see gamma at the silver bow homes... the legacy lays in the total of 900 miles and a cup of coffee in the early morning we would pray before our trip and silence was never broken.
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