TOO MUCH TO HIDE ABOUT
Like a truck-stop morning, or the
time I was passing through that
town called 'Sheds,' I'm wickedly
disoriented once again by nothing.
Any of those New York State
villages will do me bad and bring
no good. It just happens like that.
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Nothing to be done but roll with
the punches? I suppose. Even
winning the lottery has its
downsides to deal with; and
magnificent mountains, too,
can disappear while you
think you're climbing.
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