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a ride

A ride.

Nighttime.

Big like a man but

wrapped like a present

in paisley spandex

she wails at the world.

ain’t life Good.

Ain’t life good to me.

Rain stains her cheeks

As I walk by she shrieks

You ain't all that.

you Ain't all that to me.

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