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Sep 2015
The top was down
Going fast
Blue moon
Speed through town
Stars sparkle
Lights shine
Alleys darken
Yellow lines
Tree silhouettes
Cold wind
No second guess
Blankets, thin
Guitars strumming
The smell of gas
I feel like humming
The night to pass
In a convertible through old Slidell. Listening to old 70's acoustic folk rock. John Denver. What a night
Rj
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Rj
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