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Three Axles Or More. {poetry}

Yet, she steadies, ears on and always steady, a tenacious mistress, we awake in South Bend, all units secure a frantic heave from our bellies, US-31 to the end and finally the beginning assignment complete, our golden calf, away from her I step. Alone.

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