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Untitled 020.

What music

slowly covers

the background-

of twelve cylinder

nostalgia

and new age

conformity?

Blends with

the whispers

of the breeze

and the

child's laughter?

Where are we

now that

the Greasers

run the town?

Their style,

their swag,

so appealing.

What comes

if it when,

the canine

shivers

and the

heaters are loaded?

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Published: Sep 9, 2011
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Notes: My dumb hipster teacher bored me to death, unfinished, will post when finished/edited.

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