I was sitting in the backseat of a moving van
Staring outside the fogged up window I saw a man
His thumb pointing to the sky waving at our van
'Dad' I tugged his shirt and told me to stop
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Very interesting glimpse into your thoughts Michelle! Funny how many things we will never know............ nicely written.