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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=354674" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Lucky Ones</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">stuck in the rain on the freeway, 6:15 p.m.,<br>these are the lucky ones, these are the<br>dutifully employed, most with their radios on as loud<br>as possible as they try not to think or remember. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">this is our new civilization: as men<br>once lived in trees and caves now they live<br>in their automobiles and on freeways as </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the local news is heard again and again while<br>we shift from first gear to second and back to first. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">there's a poor fellow stalled in the fast lane ahead, hood<br>up, he's standing against the freeway fence<br>a newspaper over his head in the rain. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the other cars force their way around his car, pull out into<br>the next lane in front of cars determined to shut them off. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the lane to my right a driver is being followed by a<br>police car with blinking red and blue lights - he surely<br>can't be speeding as </div><div style="margin:10px 0">suddenly the rain comes down in a giant wash and all the<br>cars stop and </div><div style="margin:10px 0">even with the windows up I can smell somebody's clutch<br>burning. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I just hope it's not mine as </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the wall of water diminishes and we go back into first<br>gear; we are all still<br>a long way from home as I memorize<br>the silhouette of the car in front of me and the shape of the </div><div style="margin:10px 0">driver's head or<br>what<br>I can see of it above the headrest while<br>his bumper sticker asks me<br>HAVE YOU HUGGED YOUR KID TODAY? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">suddenly I have an urge to scream<br>as another wall of water comes down and the<br>man on the radio announces that there will be a 70 percent <br>chance of showers tomorrow night</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Bukowski">Charles Bukowski</a><div class=q>
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this is our new civilization: as men
once lived in trees..."></div>
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