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01-26-2010, 04:28 PM
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A soul for a compass and a heart for a pair of wings. Preferred Pronoun?:
All I ask of living is to have no chains on me. Relationship Status:
All I own are the strides I spend to the finish line. 
 Join Date: Nov 2009
Location: Somewhere in between here and gone.
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I'm a town in Carolina,
I'm a detour on a ride for a phone call and a soda, I'm a blur from the driver's side. I'm the last gas for an hour if you're going twenty-five I am Texaco and tobacco, I am dust you leave behind I am peaches in September, and corn from a roadside stall I'm the language of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl I'm the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade, where the boys have left their beer cans I am weeds between the graves. My porches sag and lean with old black men and children Their sleep is filled with dreams, I never can fulfill them I am a town. I am a church beside the highway where the ditches never drain I'm a Baptist like my daddy, and Jesus knows my name I am memory and stillness, I am lonely in old age; I am not your destination I am clinging to my ways I am a town. I'm a town in Carolina, I am billboards in the fields I'm an old truck up on cinder blocks, missing all my wheels I am Pabst Blue Ribbon, American, and "Southern Serves the South" I am tucked behind the Jaycees sign, on the rural route I am a town I am a town I am a town Southbound.
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