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Found on the roadways |
| Daybreak In Alabama I wanted to write a poem About daybreak in Alabama, And sadness and poverty, But then I remembered I never woke up In my overpacked car In the parking lot Of a dirty motel. I yawn and stretch And try to figure out where I am And how far left I have to go, But then settle back Into the comfort of A Serta Mattress. I wanted to write a poem About daybreak in Alabama. |