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Post by Prophet on Apr 3, 2011 13:11:30 GMT -8
Six Mile Argument
Traveling down I-5, The Gypsy King and I The chariot of fire making frightening noises, as the miles fly on by. Adding fluids & nourishment, As we try to fulfill all needs, Picking up a six dollar burger, Coke & fries, He sips his Coke with no ice, I drink my water, We’re both stoned & I’m a little too high; I pass him the burger, A hunk of cow on a bun, & open the box with a little sigh. I open my mouth & pop in a fry. He wants to eat & have me steer, So I grab for the reigns & try. I have crap on my lap, and terrible night sight. . .
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