chicken wing dinner with
pitchfork men stalking about
remembering the "good ol' days"
10 snowy miles and a
couple a pennies in the pocket
chicken wing dinner with
asphalt movers
chasing down dreams
in beat up '57 chevys
chicken wing dinner with
porchswings fellas and their
bee-bop and skittlitity-dat-dat
shooomba-dat-dat
stale on their breath
chicken wing dinner under
fast food nation law
cell phones and big gulps
television world
i'll take divas for 400 please
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hey man its ross. you coulda been an english major. you seem to be exploring new ways of writing poems, they dont all sound the same is what i'm saying i guess. great job. hey im coming to band of horses. gonna call you maybe tonite about the date. i need to call off work for that. peace.
You should write a new one.
People should read this.
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