Just another day in paradise, another load and another mile. A long and dusty road on my journey through a living hell. Sometimes I just want to park this thing and scream, but alas, the load must go through. Watching the 4 wheelers go on by slower than a turtle race, I yell to pick up the pace. No good does it do, yet the load must go through. A fifty dollar fine for saving time, does it make any sense? Not to me, but the load must go through. So ta-ta for now, I must drive, the load must go through.
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