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8/4/2015 "It's,like, the Jersey theme song," he bubbles out excitedly conjuring up images of driving through the parkway Down the shore where they'll say "Hey, buddy! Whadayya think yer doin!" Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night, I wish they'd blow up my house, too on the steps of a granite building called Clio Princeton's lost its golden air as said before and the Sourland crepuscule of rock and woodchip under my feet seems to be just woodland landscape no longer some powerful nature scene or something i have friends, but they are in cities looking through high still air i say and declare the sourland scene dead the vague Appalachian terrain the parkway by Princeton i go to sleep.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
Born to Run
8/4/2015 "It's,like, the Jersey theme song," he bubbles out excitedly conjuring up images of driving through the parkway Down the shore where they'll say "Hey, buddy! Whadayya think yer doin!" Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night, I wish they'd blow up my house, too on the steps of a granite building called Clio Princeton's lost its golden air as said before and the Sourland crepuscule of rock and woodchip under my feet seems to be just woodland landscape no longer some powerful nature scene or something i have friends, but they are in cities looking through high still air i say and declare the sourland scene dead the vague Appalachian terrain the parkway by Princeton i go to sleep.
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Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 3:04 PM UTC
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