Three girls
Feeling free
as the hitter is passed to me
Singing like we are in the shower
Dark roads outside college
We blend into the corn and townies
I am happy
I am free from it all
as the hitter is passed along
We talked
It wasn't that fake bullshit talk
It was not to impress to be smart
It was to talk
Listening to the words
A car diary of just life
As the hitter is passed on
They didn't need to listen to me
Nor I to them
But we did
Because of the connection

11/20/2002

Author's Note: To you girls... to our time

Posted on 11/20/2002
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