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Random Poem:

Pushing Back
slobhero

I'm driving down the highway
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And you're gazing out the window
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Going on and on
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About the hills in West Virginia
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And how pretty they are this time of year.
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They just look green to me
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And my eyes are drawn back to oncoming traffic
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And the continuous blur of dashed yellow lines
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Flying by...
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Always flying by.
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You're driving down the highway
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And my feet are on the dashboard
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My bare left foot
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Attempting to disrobe the other.
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Left finally overthrows right
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And the sock drifts to the floor
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Like a little man
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With a hole where his heart should be.
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"You really should get new socks," you say.
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"Maybe two pairs," I think.
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I'm driving down the highway
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And you're playing with the radio.
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Trying to find a country station
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While telling me about your boyfriend.
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He's a good lay
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And he treats you well enough
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But you've noticed him napping
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During your attempts to "communicate"
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I nod,
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In empathy
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And turn the radio up
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A little louder.
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You're driving down the highway
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And my hand is out the window
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Flapping back and forth
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As the wind crashes against it
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Forcing my hand forward
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I can maintain control
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But the wind is constant
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And the moment I let up
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It throws my hand back
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Always
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Pushing back.
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I'm driving off the highway
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Over an embankment
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And down one of the hills
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You were discussing so fondly earlier.
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As our car rolls downward
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I gaze out the windshield
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At this spinning scenery
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And I can see
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What you meant.
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