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on
the question of the abolition of the speed limit
symbol of me
(boundless, bare)
is the road ahead
this treeless distance
of an antique land
(wide, brown)
goes on forever
every direction
but this north
south guess
the lone and level
scrub's a stretch
horizon wide sun
and clouds compete
but the golden globe's the winner
who took the picture
well those passions read
can't even cram
these two into a can
to feed those foreign dogs
Yeah - very reflective. Really enjoy this one.
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