i see her on the side of the road,
hitchhiking.
her thumb out. crying as usual.
one bag slung across her back.
she's on the road again.
where to now?
who's the next knight in shining armor
to save her?
what set of eyes can she pull
the wool over
this time?
not mine. mine are wide wide open.
i got no more saving damsels in
distress
in me.
been there, done that.
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