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Joe
I can't walk in a straight line.
Its alright, the worlds not flat.
Too many curves to meet in the end.
Too many miles to trek perfectly.
Haven't met my so called maker.
I wonder if his name is Joe?
Does he like tea or coffee?
Maybe we'll meet along that road.
I tried to pick up strangers.
But they all talked to much for me.
They clogged the myths of loaners.
Made it generic like these lives.
