Traveling
Travlin’ down the road
till backsides are sore.
All the cars we passed
along with our time.
Patience helps us wait.
Thoughts not worth a dime.
The truck engines sound,
a guttural rhyme.
Counting off the miles.
Red, white, black, gray
cars.
Some zip by so fast.
Drivers have their styles.
Munchers sip and eat.
Singers are all smiles.
Bikers like the clime
and don’t mind the grime.
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