not my barn, leave me alone

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it’s been a while
since the old days got dogged by death
 guitar strings flappin the car door
leavin scratches at a 120 miles per hour

“fast,” you yelled, “round the curve!”
girls hair kickin their clasps, ponytails spraying
 doom doom doom doom doom
it’s been a while since we rubbered the wheels unto the curb
hitting barns and chickens in the field




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