Georgie On The Freeways

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The summer sun was beating down, no pity would it show.
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George Chesters office air conditioner would no longer go.
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As pools of sweat rolled off his brow he had one reverie.
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He saw himself with his wife and kids in his cottage by the sea.

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He paid for his car at the parking lot which gave the poor man chills.
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The attendant laughed and walked away thumbing a roll of bills.
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He started the engine with trembling hands at the end of a long, hard day.
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And placing himself in the hands of God he drove to the long freeway.

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The traffic stretched far as the eye could see as bumper to bumper they sped.
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They drove at supernatural speed, which filled his heart with dread.
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Sometimes they stopped for an hour or more and a thousand horns would blow.
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George Chester's eyes rolled back in his head and his poor brain started to go.

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He came at last to the turnpike gate and he laid his money down.
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He took the first turn to the right and he followed the curve around.
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He took each bend of the cloverleaf, he followed every sign.
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And when he came back to the same tollgate, he gave them another dime.

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His hands were tight on the steering wheel, his lips and throat were dry.
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He swore by all that he held dear he'd make it through or die.
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He took the first turn to the right the cloverleaf to go through.
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He was quite sure of his success 'til the tollgate hove in view.

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And now they say when the Moon is full and the cloverleaf is still,
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The sound of an engine can be heard labouring up the hill.
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A dime drops in the toll machine in the cool of a summer's night,
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And eternally that poor car takes the first turn to the right.

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