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On Interstate 21: 2:04 AM

Contributed by skyhawk432 on Monday, 21st May 2007 @ 01:10:39 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Hey there, pard'na.

I've seen ya steppin' dos' lines too much;
dancin' on a balance beam in a circus ring
with no umbrella or rod to keep from fallin'
off into Dunceville: population, YOU.

You ain't followin' those lights good, bubba.
I shines them in your face while ya turn back
the home-run and when ya finally catch up to it,
it's past the ballpark to the other side, nice.

Ya slurrin' dos' letters a bit too much, sonny;
makin' 'eh' after 'ee', always in between 'see'
and right when ya get to 'gee', ya stop and ask
if you could play ball again, no chance in hell.

Now, you and I know that you're over .08,
I can see it scratchin' up your eyes with
red lace between ya whites; too bad
ya not livin' in Indonesia, tab's on you.

Let's get ya to your new home, aye batter?




Copyright © skyhawk432 ... [ 2007-05-21 13:10:39]
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Re: On Interstate 21: 2:04 AM (User Rating: 1 )
by Honey56 on Tuesday, 22nd May 2007 @ 04:30:59 AM AEST
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I liked this write..
Excellent indeed,excellent indeed!


Re: On Interstate 21: 2:04 AM (User Rating: 1 )
by Silent-No-More on Thursday, 5th July 2007 @ 02:15:25 PM AEST
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2:04 a.m. can be such a defining time. Somehow the whatever-your-life-is, is decidedly more that in the wee hours it seems to me. And to your point, errors of judgement made in those hours are, too, somehow more significant. I took a few walks on that balance beam in years gone by before settling in this home. Your reminder that another home waits for those that stumble is clear and quite frankly, frightening for those that still walk the beam (or, at least, ought be, I suppose).

I do miss some of what youth had to offer at times - but I sure don't miss 'young and stupid'. I'm happy enough to have left that behind.


~Snem





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