I aim this blog at Hitchhiking stories, obviously. However, you can take that in the 'poetic' sense, as we are 'snakes' in time and the asphalt rivers take us to many places, as well as 'places'..
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.... occasionally my own 'Road' spurs me to use this blog to communicate with someone I've 'travelled with' who holds a special meaning to me.
Monday, November 4, 2013
Old busted chains With busted handle bars Out in the rain Somebody must Have an orphanage for All these things that nobody Wants any more September's reminding july It's time to be saying good-bye
Summer is gone Our love will remain Like old broken bicycles Out in the rain
Broken bicycles Don't tell my folks There's all those playing cards Pinned to the spokes Laid down like skeletons Out on the lawn The wheels won't turn When the other has gone The seasons can turn on a dime Somehow I forget every time For all the things that you've given me Will always stay Broken, but I'll never throw them away