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Chevy DaysI’m on a bus, The baby in back of me wails. The mother shushes him. He kicks the back of my seat. The mother shushes him.Chevy Days
The old man next to me is sleeping. He breathes in, And out. He breathes in. I can hear the air whistling through His dentures. Leaning against my window, Wishing, Dreaming, Dreaming dreams of yesteryear.
I can still smell his cigarettes Mixed with the scent of gasoline. A smell that always reminds me of memories. Memories of riding in his beat-up Chevy.
“Wanna ride?” he asked slowly
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"Claiming we are superior to the rest of creation is like saying that the Eiffel Tower was built so the scrap of paint at the top would have somewhere to sit." - Mark Twain
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