I was lonelier than Kunta Kinte at a Merle Haggard concert.That night I strolled on into Uncle Limpy's Hump Palace lookin' for love.It had been a while.In fact, three hundred and sixty-five had come and went since that midnight run haulin' hog to Shakey Town on I-10.I had picked up this hitchhiker that was sweatin' gallons through a pair of Daisy
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