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I don’t want anymore airports

with the lady that takes my coins

or tracking sandwiches and notebooks

that went both and different directions

‘cause those coins can buy more beer

while Estonian pop plays

and those sandwiches could be finished

while walking past notes.

and that notebook could hold my pictures that I took

when you weren’t looking

see, we could fit it all in one bag

which could take some getting used to

but it’s okay,

‘cause I don’t have much

although it feels like I do.

June 19, 2009