What we seem to do today. We do it on the internet anyway. Never seeing the open road. Just the faces that we have been told. Live somewhere out of Baltimore winter greens. There is a town so small. That 2 or 3 of your cars would fit. Between the bricks of the walls. They’re a man. And a drunken stupor. Rest upon a telephone line. It’s 2 AM. No city cops. And everyone seems to be in bed.
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take care dr. zen.
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Why use a road when you can use a river?
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