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Sometimes I'm damned tired of all the lumps and bumps. Sometimes it seems those bumps are out to get me. Or just when I think I know where all the ruts are they up and move . Or the pot holes jump up and grab me. But then I hit a patch of smooth concrete and then I appreciate it. Without the rough I don't appreciate the smooth. But damn if I don't wish there were fewer reoccurring ruts.