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Monday, March 14, 2016
There are times when a driver stops for me,
They hold back ten or thirtee
For such a simple man.
Won't you please, please tell me why you've learned
To me, it sounds absurd
that the needs of one out weighs the herd
won't you tell me who I am......
—Super Tramp