Road time

Magic in the cab

By Conor DarrallPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read

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One thousand road miles,

Dances by as we share time

In the truck's cab.

love poems

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Conor Darrall

Short stories, poetry and some burble . Irish traditional musician, medieval swords guy, draoi and strange egg. Bipolar/ADD/CPTSD/Brain Damage. Currently querying my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com

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