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[title] => Roadside Blues
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[bodytext] => Expansive country, majestic allure,
we ride further into your great unknown. From Neptune's waves through rolling folds: prairies wide and ranged peaks: in deserts dry to vast seas and yond: we've marked our pass stripes and stars. Lent blissful, complacent comfort via Apollo's seductive touch, our shining moment in drive seems immutable truth. While in fact, with each mile logged we quickly close upon a whirlwind of discordance. We, like the butterfly, have flapped our wings to raise this storm front so steady approached. True then must we change our way, thus our wind; but, that is to be. For now, we must deal with that which is: our storm, horizon round. True to form, the national irony, here on a roadside middle of nowhere we sit: idiot lights ignored, hood popped, our cherry a lemon; seeing the shine was just wax and smell a rear view dangler. Just our luck to be left for dead, short changed, triple taxed, and mocked to boot. Waiting fate, no shelter abounds, save the ditch we’ve dug. It is true you can run but you can’t hide; maybe though, we can survive, all in all. If so, it’s time to grab our hammer and wrench, an overhaul calls; we’ve lots to do. We’ve been told and sold so much: If it runs its fine, Trust us, and the kicker, the old If it ain’t broke, don’t fix it. Well it’s broke! [comments] => 1 [counter] => 160 [topic] => 41 [informant] => Relemy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => political )
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