13. I am sorry.

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Whenever I travel I see the windmills
And the oil pumps
And the farms

I see gas stations
And rest stops
And fast food restaurants

I see the clouds
The stars
And sunsets

I see people that scare me
Mostly older
And some young

I see the long open road
Neighboring towns
And miles of nothing

I see rolling hills
And plains
And waters

I see doctor pepper
Chips
And candy

I see my phone
My book
And journal

My car traps me in for hours
Trapping me in my mind as well

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