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Writing poetry on long drives
Finding pieces of you in the summer rain
My hands on the wheel, heart on my tongue
It seems all I feel, is what makes me young.

Cars passing by, I write line after line
You're all I can feel in the summer wind
You're everywhere I look, in each cloud above
I guess I've finally found a reason to love

Writing poetry on long…

by gailcolombo

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