Out there on the edge of Kansas, satellites fall through the sky
It’s a strange thing, dying on the Interstate. All the angry people honking their horns, in such a hurry to get to where they have to go. And the State Troopers, with their stern faces and flashing blue lights, blocking the lanes. And tenderly covering you with a green blanket.
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Robert Herring. Posted on
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