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Jan 2017
When I hear that old school guitar
on the radio
as I'm driving with a cigarette
in hand,
I get that care free teenage feeling.
Tasting the rebellion,
and I remember what it's like
to really have no worries.
To feel free.
Chameleon
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Chameleon  30/F/Ohio
(30/F/Ohio)   
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   K G and Hannah
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