there�s nothing like
dirt roads and a car
spitting dust rumbling
bumping up the side of
a mountain with the
sun shining down in
the openings in the
leaf roof rustling and red
and orange and brown
and the car rolls slowly
so sit back and relax
and tonight you�ll be
sitting next to the
warm quiet light of the
smoky smelling campfire
drinking and laughing and
looking at stars and
forgetting and making
memories and soon with
a smile you�ll have
forgotten where
you started
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