Wednesday, July 10, 2013
I thought I could be a profiteer. I thought I could dance on the table. I wanted to drive with my head out the window. I wanted to breathe that country air clear. I thought I could make it to see the greens. I thought I'd see a standing ovation. I thought I'd see the country wind. I didn't see the cargo truck.
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