| A Feedback Of Truckstop Poetry |
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i pulled over for a feedbag
i thought of you, it wasn't bad
you had direction and drive
and you arrived at closing time to find
they had wiped down the bar
and they built you a bed
laid your head to rest and left you tried and true again
you may be proud then
as it was always wish for thought
i would imagine you off
maybe i could see you again
we could sit down and have a moment
and talk about your suicide
and i would put away your death
if you could put away the dope
and all our enemies,
well there's no time for you to know them
any crooked mind disease but
hopeless fools they will be missing you
i pulled over for nostalgia
i thought of suffering the joke
no one delivered the punchline
no resolution this year
i couldn't sharpen the view
and it's stilled all of you
waiting on the new but then this story has no end
as we continue driving
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