Maggie's Farm

“I don’t want to work on Maggie’s farm no more.” Paul said bitterly. “We’ve gotta get out of this place, if it’s the last thing we ever do.” He brushed off his Carharts.

“Got nowhere to run to, baby.” Said Jill hoarsly into her coffee. It was 11 pm and she had waited up for him.

Paul knealt down and grasped her arm. “It’s been a hard day’s night. I should be sleeping like a log. But… when I get home to you, I find the things that you do, will… make me feel all right. Come away with me, in the night.”

Jill stood. “I’ll pack my bags I swear. Don’t tease me!”

Paul smiled broadly, “Who cares what they say? Don’t worry baby. Let’s do it.”

Paul opened the dresser that held most of their possesions in the tiny studio. "I’ll buy you that big house way up in the west hills. I’ll buy you a new life… and get a haircut and get a real job. "

Soon, Paul, Jill, and their two suitcases idled outside in their ’71 Nova. They sang out together “One, two, three, four. On the road again…”

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