i pick up my backpack
i didn't take home food
i'm just happy i was there
sharing my time so they are
it's soothing for sole, walking
on a soft grass, still warm
nice folks wave at me
i tip my hat, wave back
my car miss me riding
i need a good sleep
should i write first, i will
before it gets in my shell
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