Highway 1
Two cars or vehicles
Sheberghan, Highway one
Both of them broke down
In States a phone call
“Come get me and my car”
Rolled sleeves; second one.
The road is gravel
Backward is driver
West sky, is sunset
Highway one in waiting
“Passengers, get on board”
Sheberghan’s driving.
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