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 Haiku
Misty morning mind
Trembling hands, some missing time
Been there, done that, Lord
One More Time
Can’t you hear it, man?
The wind’s calling for you to come out
And let it play with your mustache
One more time
There’s a hundred miles of curvy blacktop
Between here and anywhere you’d want to go
Waiting for the squeal of my wheels
One more time
Can’t you feel it, man?
The pull of gravity as you lean into one
Of those curves alive at sixty-five
One more time
There’s a thousand songs on the Oldies station
For you to sing along with as you cruise on home
Through the slanting surrender of an October sun
One more time
Don’t you know it, man?
Winter’s coming, the geese are leaving
And the snow and the cold are going to last forever!
Come on. Just one more time.
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