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Rumble Strips & Mile Markers

The whirr of the wheels on the road and

The hum of the engine of the car and

The buffeting wind from the open window as

The scenery whips past too fast to see anything but a blur as

You stare out the window in the back seat and

You try to count the cows in each field and

You try to resist asking "Are we there yet?"


Too young to worry about the price of gas, or

Too bored to be worried about other drivers, or

Too impatient to wait for your destination, and

You make up games in your head, and

You try to count the cows, and

You slowly fall asleep, lulled by the drive


The car has barely stopped, and

The door's opening, and

The road has given you its gift

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