lady east is waiting
for me today, I am
not going out early
as other days, resting
still in bed dreaming
what would be like
not to drive so early
I could miss stories
from folks like me
turning those wheels
to put bread on table
with much pride; fire
I carried myself free
and I keep doing my way
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