she says.
the car gassed up,
a bag of pretzels in my lap.
singing to songs
on the radio.
i can drive for hours and hours
and be happy.
i like to see the scenery,
take the long route
around.
watch the sun come up,
the sun go down.
i could drive all day
and night
if i had too. there is nothing
i'd rather do
than drive a thousand
miles
to see you.
and then go home the next
day.
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