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The Old Man II
And I see the old man, stooped over
in the long road, carrying his coins
and looking askance into the stormy
distance.
I return from my life to ask him
about his loves and losses, but like
the broken yellow line on the pavement,
he says nothing, just points the way,
East or West
So I save my money, and me and my honey
drive our Studebaker into a 90's sunset
