Early morning The road is Empty and silent Like people are Non-existent
Scenery Flickers past Just a glimpse Before It’s gone
Double yellow Dashing yellow No yellow You follow The road ahead
It seems like It stretches On forever With many Twists and turns
Up hill Down hill An endless Stretch spans Before you
Wind rushes Blows your Hair back It tickles Your face
You accelerate Speed down A vacant lane No cops For miles
The engine Roars Your travel Music On the open road
Blue sky above Gray pavement below You ride on Following the sun And
chasing the clouds
NAVIGATIONS: the road lights
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Nat has always been like this,
very unlike herself.
Or maybe this is the real self which is unlike
what you see, if you happen to not see.
I'm definitely, perfectly happy,
all the time.
So you see,
being sad is very much unlike me,
which you really do see.
406'08 means a whole lot to me.
I never thought I'd fit in,
but I absolutely did,
realizing it too.
NYGH was to be part of my life,
as planned from the very start.
It's a lovely place,
though it depends on which lens you look though.
Words of The Last Author:
[wondered why the frisbee was getting bigger, and then it hit me.
It's a dog-eat-dog world out there, and I'm wearing Milk-Bone underwear.
The two secrets to success: #1 Don't tell everything you know.
I like children, but I don't think I could eat a whole one.
The most important thing to learn in chemistry is never to lick the spoon.
Corduroy pillows - they're making headlines!
I wouldn't be caught dead with a necrophiliac.]
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