Saturday, November 28, 2015

Miles Apart Comments

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I was walking down an old paved road. The paint was faded and the lines crooked. So was I.
I left my troubles in Oak Ridge looking for answers on a cool august night.
Desperate for work I blister my hand for pall malls and bud light.
Looking for friends in a lakeside community sandy yards and palm trees.
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