Lagwagon - A feedbag of truckstop poetry

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I pulled over for^D nostalgi^Bma i thought of ^Gsuffe^Dring the ^Ajoke no one d^Delivered the punch^Bmline no res^Golution is ^Ahere ^Di couldn't sharpen the ^Bmview ^Gand it's still drawn to ^Ayou ^Gwaiting on the ^Anew but then this^Bm story h^Gas no ^Dend as ^Awe continue ^Ddriving