Dip us and bounce us and move us along
Taunt us and shake us for we don’t belong
On your pebbles, your peat, and your potholes
In our traipsing jeep, shirking your shoals.
My stomach performs gymnastic high feats
As you proudly punt us out of our seats.
Each time I prepare my last surrender
Our tires astound me and on we plunder.
-circa 2002
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| Photo from http://www.swild.com/scenes/southern_africa_2002.htm |
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