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Do I dare try to record it all capture it before it disappears these days it's tucked back in the corner or shoved to the side by beltways and highways it's called the Golden Crest but it could be any crest in any town the gravy train keeps passing by an art deco wonder a hot number when cars had fins and I wish I could describe it more but I was not there and can only look beyond the chain link fence for something a sign of fire or just a spark of what it once was but do I dare try to rekindle something we might not ever come back from © Whit Howland 2019
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
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Do I dare try to record it all capture it before it disappears these days it's tucked back in the corner or shoved to the side by beltways and highways it's called the Golden Crest but it could be any crest in any town the gravy train keeps passing by an art deco wonder a hot number when cars had fins and I wish I could describe it more but I was not there and can only look beyond the chain link fence for something a sign of fire or just a spark of what it once was but do I dare try to rekindle something we might not ever come back from © Whit Howland 2019
An existential journey.
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Dec 9, 2019
Dec 9, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
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