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By CJ King Submitted by hairdiva Date: 2007 Nov 02 Comment on this Work [[2007.11.02.15.44.22730]] |
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Sometimes, when I see a Greyhound bus I want to grab some cash, ditch my purse Get on board. And just go. Disappear. Go where a whim takes me. Leave everything behind. Sometimes, when I see a Greyhound bus. I want to put my head down Lose my identity. And just go. More and more, it appeals to me So much it almost scares me. Why does the word "drifter" sound so appealing? |