Posted by dwallace on January 10, 2011 in poem |

I see a guy walk into the gas station with a bionic leg
And I say thank you for your service.
And he said I got hit by a train.
And as I’m flash-frozen there he says
Right now your face looks like mine did right before I got hit.
And he turns and walks away
Leaving me standing with my assumption.


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