Sunshine rain and highway.

I was late, oh nothing new.

They are always in a hurry.

Their impatience kinda grew…

I was reaching for a chilled one.

The kind I liked to spread around.

To ease the whining and complaining.

In those seas in which they drowned.

We were standing on the shoreline.

The line was drawn in the sand.

Like a swordsman at a gun fight.

Not much more was planned.

Dennis Mantin

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