Tonight I listened to Bob Dylan's "Talkin New York"
And all I wanted to do was sit in on top of the car,smoke a cigar, and drink South African wine.
"So one mornin’ when the sun was warm
I rambled out of New York town
Pulled my cap down over my eyes
And headed out for the western skies"
There is something to be said about wanderers.
And the beauty of wandering.
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