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Nov 2017
It's a tricky facade
we entertain with mouths and lips,
giving green lights to swaying hips --
Eating white lines with ravenous tires
that don't seem to tire.
Puffing smoke and chasing barbed wire,
a heady velocity.
Bleating hunger for the bare ****** road
still unstaunched even when
leaving boots and combs at home
Written by
nothing's Amiss  Philly
(Philly)   
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     Woody and lib
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