The hitchhiker holds his sign hopefully
It is such a sad little sign
Limp and with a spelling mistake
Yet it is the way I am going
If this was 1953 I would stop
If I was a man I would stop
My children look at me and say
We could give him a lift?
I can't admit that I imagine the worst
That could happen, the things
They don't know about yet
So I quickly reply that this car is too
Noisy for that traveller
He looks like he has a headache
We drive straight past
The children wave
a place to muse about creating things...
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