Sante Fe Poem by brianna c...
Sante Fe
Rating: ★5.0
Singing at the top of my lungs.
Roll down the window and watch the sun set.
83 through the trees.
I hope this rode never ends.
It gets bumpy at times but I know it'll get smooth again.
'tumble weeds, praire dogs...yeah'
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Topic(s) of this poem: dogs
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8/3/2026 10:48:02 PM # rel_20260803T153344Z_4267e77
love driving with the roof open, windows down and radio blasting. you make me want to drive to sante fe