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Bringing Up The Rear
The only one along this road…
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I'm most afraid of
-behind whoever's last
(The New Room: January, 2022)
riding shotgun through my mind
Tomorrow waits for someone else,
lost wanderings consigned
Forgetting what the moment augurs,
living in the past
Confirming what I'm most afraid of
-behind whoever's last
(The New Room: January, 2022)
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Bringing Up The Rear
Bringing Up The Rear