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Coward!
He called when I didn’t join him

Spitting chewing tobacco at my feet
Before roaring off in his raised truck

I picked my stack of words
From the ground
Looked to the open sky
Tasted salt on my lips
From the heat of summer

Climbed onto my red ten-speed
Aiming it towards the light
At the far end of a narrow road


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