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At The Gas Station (Free verse) by Tsoots

At the gas station, when the flys are resting, someone must wash the windshield. A bearded man walks up to you and asks you to turn off the radio. Does anyone miss home.

Nicholas Jones 27-Jan-03/3:48 AM
Disjointed, but nice.




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