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Road House

When we’re hungry and every place is closed,

we go to the road house at the end of the line.

We all stop there.

Someday I’ll go to the road house for breakfast at

midnight and smile at the stars, listen to crystal violins

and never worry about anything any more.

by Frank Friel

Frank Friel, cut man, writer and featured guest on the Yandy Project Podcast ep. 01.

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