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Jan 2013
Drunk driving in bumper cars
Singing sad songs worth singing.
Standing straight in a blurry world.
Making poetry in the snow with bare feet.
Wide awake turns to talking in your sleep.
Eyes turn to worn out streets.
I'm Bob Dylan with this broken cigarette.
Tomorrow morning is thunder with no regrets.
Socally Picter
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Socally Picter  Stay Where you are.
(Stay Where you are.)   
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   Jeanette and Weeping willow
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