It's the day after Christmas and oh what a mess, why people are out shopping is anyone's guess. Traffic tied up from one end to the other, just trying to return a gift from Aunt Edna or mother.
The malls and stores with sales galore have early morning risers standing by their door. Waiting to enter with cash in hand, I really think this madness should be banned.
Off in the distance a clearing I see, rubbing my eyes saying "can this really be" With petal to the metal I travel west, for no traffic driving is really the best. Looking left and looking right to the open road what a wonderful sight. Boxes and paper out in the trash, which the day before were opened in rash. Children out playing with toys and cars setting their sights amongt the stars. Dreaming for their day to be, looking to the open road like me.
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