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May 2013
Converted Ride
z.m.

Digital?
Not a chance.
1’s? 0’s?
Not for my heroes.
Not the same song and dance
Music strong and authentic; not trivial
All tunes in Analog
Colors cool and warm
Engines burn too hot
Bedda’ cool ‘em down
Gotta keep it under
Control but I can’t take it!
Drums faster and faster inside
Hot wind blowing on my afternoon ride
Fingers thumping on the steering wheel
It’s all about that rock n’ roll feel.
Zach Mooney
Written by
Zach Mooney  Maryland
(Maryland)   
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