I try not to think
how to change a flat tire
on a cold shoulder
moving it forward
more stuff in the trunk like Jack
entirely bored
Gunsmoke a rerun
so out of range but uphill
he’s in a hot spot
Poetry
I try not to think
how to change a flat tire
on a cold shoulder
moving it forward
more stuff in the trunk like Jack
entirely bored
Gunsmoke a rerun
so out of range but uphill
he’s in a hot spot
makes me wish for southwest deserts and that dry heat ….
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You betcha…barefoot there, who needs hot coals?
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