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Sitting at an intersection with a fortune cookie on the passenger side of my seat.
Listen to the turn signal hum, let it drum, let it thrum to the midnight beat.
Right there on the dashboard, there's a ticket I should pay. And I will.
Somewhere there's a sunset, I should really get to paint, but I lack the skill.
In the time, I've sat here,
I've examined every fear.
Pizza guy's leaning on his horn
and he's trying to make me go. No!
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