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Red River of Tail Lights
A red river of tail lights flows south from Los Angeles
A bright white-light river flows north from San Diego
Framed by a dark deep night that hides the horizon of the ocean
Sitting to the west in all its vast majesty and power-waiting
For winds and rain to wash the shore and remind the drivers
That they drive in a world that is a bit bigger then their river of lights.