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The cars on the highway stream Like water and light in the old canal, Like the memories of an old pal, Like an escaping image from a dream. Memories aren't always what they seem. Recollections of some old gal — Of cars in the highway stream And water and light in the old canal — Drinking coffee without cream Are not what is and ever shall Be without end. My name's not Al. It'll come to you in a brilliant beam As cars on the highway stream Like water and light on the old canal.
Love the line “Memories aren’t always what they seem…”. So very, very true.
Head lights bight come at you at night. Blind side the eyes with tinges of golden fleece that make you believe highway robbery is justified.