Hitching . . .

Meeting some drivers can be fatal . . .

Terry Trueman

Feb 6 · 2 min read

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I know why the hitchhiker
Rubbed his Buck knife
Still in its sheath
And told the 16 yr. old girl
In her parent’s Pontiac,
Who was quite wishing she’d
Never picked him up,
To drive her to a deserted place.
And I know why, once there,
The hitchhiker told the girl,
Whose tight little body…

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Poetry is not about rhymes and counting syllables — it’s about finding your own voice

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