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[sid] => 87971
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Endless Roads
[time] => 2005-03-19 10:47:18
[hometext] => I travel all the time with my husband due to his job. This is just a little story about road trips.
[bodytext] => Riding on what seems to be.... endless roads. Places unfamiliar, some I seem to know. Many cars all journeying and I wonder to myself.... Where are they all going? Where do they all come from? Statuesque like faces peer from the glass of the machine next to me. Who are you over there? Could you be a friend....or foe? We're like tiny bugs scurrying here and there. Trying to get any way.... some where. Miles and miles we go. Made a pass through your town. Did you even know? Diesel smells grow thick in my nares.... when big cities draw near. Odors of chemicals unkind. Trash and sludge can be seen. So hard to keep these metropolises clean. Cruel sounds abound in this crowded space. Sirens whine, horns will blow. Night is the only time I enjoy, passing the city scene you know. Thousands of twinkling lights... like a tiny galaxy on this huge universe.... called earth. Riding on and on we go. Over mountains, blinding rain and fog. Make our descent slowly.... to the pines. Inhale that aroma. Oh yeah, heading south. Where the air's so sweet and the sun does shine. Endless roads leading me down to... South Caroline' Laura Horner 3-19-05 [comments] => 7 [counter] => 184 [topic] => 31 [informant] => deadheadpoet [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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