Here and there. Driving on the black ribbons of amalgamated gravel. Mind racing to points unseen and back to those just past by. Wondering why it doesn’t seem that I get where I think I should be.
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The old Wildcat! I lost my lunch on the Wildcat.
Really – it was in a flinstones lunchbox. There was milk in the thermos.