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We drive a tractor/trailer
unit
Spinning down the pike.
That way we can find the time
To make love when we like.
You sleep, I drive, I sleep, you drive,
But then we stop awhile.
And when we get back on the road,
We share the same soft smile.
Some say that such togetherness
Is living behind bars,
Never free to let yourself
Expand out to the stars.
But being on the road with you
Is what I want from life.
There is a universe inside
A husband and a wife.
There is a universe so rich
That should all heaven move
Across the way on eighteen wheels,
I'd much prefer our love. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.
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