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Nov 2016
I hear her throttle roar
there is a speed demon that devoted her car
but flex her punch in the midnight air
round the town on her boulevard tonight
her Firebird streamed her heat like a cigar
and headers in a chassis smelting lore
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Scott F Hemingway
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Scott F Hemingway  Bloom
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   --- and Bianca Reyes
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