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One Way Trip

Fifty miles
with all smiles.
It is a luxuriant ride,
filled with pump and pride.

We are comrades and commuters
with different goals to foster.
With minds working like computers,
we travel both slowly and faster.

A journey of years,
we arrived in hours.
And outliving our fears,
we possessed the road like ours.

But it is a one way trip,
we leave and don’t return.
Whether we drift or flip,
souls and energies must burn.

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