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Mobile Man Cave

June 25, 2016

The road is my oyster

A paved type of cloister


However bumpy steep or fair

World problems are fixed there


Whether curves or a straight line

None that are solved are mine


Gear down and climb that hill

Thirty years it’s still a thrill


A little left or right I must steer

Getting paid to sit on my rear


Driving between dotted and white line

Thinking of the fun ways to rhyme


Stop at red or go at the green light

Inside the cab, I am recondite


Some think my schedule is hectic

I find it peacefully hermetic


Get out and thump that tire

It’s to write that I aspire


Three trailers behind me draggin’

Some call it a wiggle wagon


Rolling along down the highway

No one to tell me to do it my way


Coming to the end, it’s time to yield

Looking at the world thru a windshield

From → driving, humor, random

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