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Post by AquarianM on Jun 22, 2004 17:55:26 GMT -5
Rock Show...
By the eternal glow of the full Moon, We sailed along the land, The incessant hum of tires, Overshadowed by radio magic, Drifting station to station, The miles rolling by, Like the coffee down my throat, Unseen but delicious, Amidst all the songs, Punctuated by highway hypnosis and alligator yawns, We were driven, Gliding through the hidden Smokies, Until the red lights sent us off the beaten path, Road spill closed interstate, We worked our way around, South was the force driving us elemental.
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 04/06/2004
Author's Comments: Even the driven must sleep. (Two If By Sea poem 0003)
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Post by Elle Rush on Jun 25, 2004 12:07:11 GMT -5
Was this written on the way vacationing to Florida? Sometimes the adrenaline of getting away is enough by itself to wear you out!
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Post by AquarianM on Jun 25, 2004 14:22:21 GMT -5
'Elle, yes it was - it's part of a whole series.
Dan
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Post by Solace512 on Jun 26, 2004 11:42:07 GMT -5
I liked this poem very much...the wording was great, all capturing the moment!
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Post by Elle Rush on Jul 6, 2004 15:29:09 GMT -5
Saren must have been driving!! ;D
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Post by AquarianM on Jul 6, 2004 16:32:01 GMT -5
LOL - actually, I was, I wrote it after we got our room for the night. Driving is my thing. If saren were driving, we'd have been on a plane...*grin* Not that she can't, it's just that I'm the one who likes to.
Dan
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