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Missing you
is driving
down a dusty road
with honeysuckle for hair
and
wild rose for starring eyes.
Stopping to kick cans
and scare crows.
The crows just do their highwire act
on telephone poles
and wonder why I'm yelling and maybe what's wrong with me and we wish she would leave and why is she crying?
Categories: Poetry, Random Thoughts, Journal Entry
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