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Just a Dream
by Ed Matlack
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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Thought it real,
Could not find my way,
Was not allowed behind a wheel,
Such a nightmare, so surreal…
My driving ability is my life,
If I could not drive, I would die under a knife,
No bicycles for me, only for pleasure,
That is how of my self worth I measure…
Eight hundred miles in a day,
Some would say no freaking way,
But a driver knows how to do so,
Done so easily and without any dismay…
© ed ~ 9/5/06
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| Reviewed by Lois Christensen |
3/27/2012 |
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Yea Ed, your're good at driving each day.
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| Reviewed by Steve Patterson |
9/5/2006 |
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i used to drive alot in former jobs, it can be quite fulfilling.
nice write, thanks for taking me back.
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
9/5/2006 |
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Let them wheel roll Ed!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Dove JoAnne Cromp (Reader) |
9/5/2006 |
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| nice write, Ed... |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
9/5/2006 |
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If I could not drive, I would die
Probably, so would I, and it shows you just how spoiled we are. I think I'll start taking much longer walks in the woods. |
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