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Poem: night driving
I like to drive at
night
alone, mittened
streetlights orange gleaming
heater on and radio;
to turn heavy metal beast
silent coasting
through the ebon sleeping
hinterland
stars pricking at my feet
night
alone, mittened
streetlights orange gleaming
heater on and radio;
to turn heavy metal beast
silent coasting
through the ebon sleeping
hinterland
stars pricking at my feet
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also sa ginger is sitting on my head.
hence an=y tyops;
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