Let's see you rush to my rescue
Sreaching voice and screaching brakes
More like rubber on the tarmac
that passed so quick beneath your feet
As you went off in that direction
So way up North and then back down
Along the coast of California
No one to edit
No one small correction
could have ever stopped this
I'm all
ears
Friday, November 21, 2008
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