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our other halves
by Paul Marinothis truck is a song
screaming down the left side of the road
past naked billboards in North Carolina
we're comin down the same way as a rooftop
because we're headin south, south of the border
comin for the ones who want us back
and like cut grass
there's just no point without our other halves
02/23/2005 Author's Note: This was written on my drive from Philly to Georgia earlier this year when I moved to be with my girlfriend. It was a song I wrote in the car to make my time alone fun and I sang it for hours and it sounded country. When I finally saw my girlfriend I was too shy to sing it, so I read it to her softly and felt weird.
Posted on 02/23/2005
Copyright © 2024 Paul Marino
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 03/19/05 at 04:51 AM I so tried to get you to sing this! Alas, I failed. We will always be our other halves. One day I will make you sing this! =) |
| Posted by Melanie J Yarbrough on 04/03/05 at 09:46 PM i like that last image of cut grass- never thought of it that way. you like georgia? |
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