MOTEL

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COUNTRY POEMS

The rain hits the glass.
So slow, time does pass.
Time does pass so slow.
I have nowhere to go.
Nothing see, on TV.
Freight trains, drive me insane.
They are long. They are strong
Freight trains not great.
I have nowhere to go.
It hits against the window pane.
Driving me insane.
The cars on the interstate go quickly by.
They seem to fly.
I just want to cry.

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