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the old jeep, made it up the hill, barely, with the gas pressed full

there was time for one more, and we took them all

in the lake we held, our breath

in humanity, is human

at the diner, waffles

the trail that leads, forward, back, and still

when a roof leaks, drops in bucket, drop

never end

two turtles today, in a low speed wreck, just over there

Dear Fate. I have no defense. please