I gotta have a shot of them old troubadours... Set em up, Joe, and play walking the floor.
The airport called. It seems that they have located my misplaced emotional baggage. Cripes, I thought I had lost that shit for good!
Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?
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