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Rearview Mirror

Life is a long open road
with few pit-stops or fuelling stations
many therefor check the rearview mirror
as it's a road over ravines and mountains
with many twists and cliff-top turns.

At times we'll sleep at the wheel
break laws and speed limits
or park in some sleazy 'pull-out.'
Deflated, we check the rearview mirror
and wonder where it all went.

Where it all went wrong
our destination could be Route 66
begging not to be a fly on the windscreen
but migrate-to-meet the California sunshine.
Melt-like grease tires even in the snow.

Tank-empty, rearview mirror streamed.
Baby, I'm yours
'I could be your Santa Claus.'
Your hibernation get-out clause
'I drive a Ford Mustang' like I'm a wild horse.
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