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| Lititz, PA Horses paw the road. An Amish buggy has stopped. They have crossed the line. A slicker takes a picture from inside his car --and captures a soul? Boys tug at the air Hoping the truckers will honk. We're not in a truck. We're in a wagon. We hit a skunk a while back. Everything stinks. The heavens threaten As rosebuds like metaphors all wither and die. The old covered bridge is down the very next road But we drive on by. |
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