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Day 82 – Freeways

Of closed ways and bitter ways,
on cold days and little days,
there’re no ways like freeways
to get me through the maze.

When I am a bean among beans
it’s a gift to sprout wheels sometimes,
watch the amber waves bend at my passing,
and be far; apart.

In blood time and sweat time,
for this time and all time,
there’s no growing out
like getting fast.

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