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We, the willing. Led by the unknowing. To do the impossible,for the ungrateful. Yet we have done, so much, for so little, for so long. We are now qualified, to do everything, for nothing!...
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tarentum, Pennsylvania
United States
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(inner dialog) NO! Just pass this up and ignore it! Keep your thoughts to yourse...ah screw it!I have 3 trucks. 2 of them are a little high maintenance, but they never get jealous of the others.My trucks never get headaches; they let me drive them whenever I want.When something's wrong, my trucks at least give me a hint at what's bothering them.My trucks never nag me about making little trucks.My trucks rear ends are only 9 inches.My trucks GVW didn't suddenly increase by 40 lbs the day I brought them home.My trucks...shut up now!
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Do you hear it?It is speaking my name.My name alone.What draws me to this endless mass?How does it know my name?I try to get away,Everywhere I turn there it is again.Calling.It is like some beckoning creature from the far depths of imagination.And it calls my name.Why does it call my name?I never did anything to it,Or take anything from it.Yet it caresses me,and calls me one of its own.How can asphalt and paint be my home?How can a life be made - rolling in steel and rubber?How can diesel be the blood that fills my veins?How does it know my name?Will my life be as lonely as all roads are,When the only glimpse of anything of value passes overhead without a moments rest?I was born, just as any other human,And I will die just as any other human.But while I lie awake between those two points.It is only the road that calls my name.How is it 65 feet of pride, anxiety and torment,80,000 pounds of gut wrenching blood sweat and tearsKnows my name?What of all the others before me?Who heard that sweet calling too?Were they lead astray, to a life of loneliness?Like a Siren pulling in sailors to a hapless life of infinite hardships.But alas,The road,The road, is calling?Do you hear it?
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