Wednesday, May 5, 2010

I-Pass

every mile that I travel, closer to you
takes me that much further away
always a bend in the road
another pothole that I hit instead of miss
one more flat tire
my car always out of alignment
from the wear and tear
unclear signs
endless construction
the road gets tougher
never an I-Pass to sail through the tolls

a little help, once in a while
would be greatly appreciated

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