Never been any good
with time.
So I just don't wonder much 'bout
the sights off the roads I live on.
or what a day looks like from a night of sleep.
Mountains are bumpy, plains are flat;
then its back again.
Wouldn't know what to do with extra.
I'm like my rig that way I s'pose.
Get better traction when loaded down.
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