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May 2011
The beat down, down trodden
Beatific, angelic hooligans
On the page, on the road
Driving down in search of
Β Β It
The place where it is at
In that jazz rhythm
And bebop that began
With a big bang and
May end in a whimper
But I don't think so
No, I don't thinks so
James Banks Worsham
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James Banks Worsham  34/M/NYC
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