HIGHWAYS

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HIGHWAYS
Where are they coming from?
Where are they going?
Driving down the highway.
All day. All night.
I am not knowing.
Cars, trucks, busses,
All shapes and sizes; small, tall, big, small.
I look at them all.
Different inside and out, that's what they are all about
Vehicles, meeting, but not grereting

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