Dirt road
Chillin on a dirt road
Windows open
Dusty air fills my nostrils
It smells of pine, oak and gun smoke
The leather seats are oh so comfy
Click on goes the radio
My uncle connects his phone
Selects a playlist
Bohemian rhapsody plays and I sing
A new song turns on
Now another
Now another
A familiar tune fills the cab
A tune to which your toes start tapping
A country song
One about love long lost
On saint patty's day
Sitting in a bar
And wearing black
Because tonight they are wearing black
And Caleb's jamming out to playing air guitar
I start singing and savoring the moment
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Dmcculley
You are one in a million. That means there are 320 of you in the U.S. Find yourself. Create an army. Overthrow the government of a small midwestern town. Hi... I am a spoken word poet and that is the format the majority of my work will be. Some of these are work from the heart and some I did for school. I am a actor, a horseback rider, a sister, a member of the LGBT+ community, and an extreme introvert. I love kids, Netflix, video games, my pets, and I suck at every language I try other than Latin. (weird I know) I'm a Pisces on the Aires cusp. I act a whole lot like it too.
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