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Sep 2016
trolling bait wriggling under the moonlight
in the backseat of a sixty-five dodge dart
on the banks of the Rouge in Pontiac
Mich on a cold night
on a lonesome dirt road
with  sacks of sand  in the trunk
in case we got stuck
a long time ago
hope you think a time or two about that
like I do , Sue.
wordvango
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