Poetry Discovered In An Old Tool Box
The author leaving town. (Dedicated to Val, aka; the Purpleponygal.) The author stealing through European streets. Roaring down the highway One wheel on the ground Never under 90, judging by the sound Later in the evening, we’re tearing up the town Always seem to end up with the coolest chics around Tearing up the back
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