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Going West
to see the hills
and tree's with palm
to feel the ocean on
my nose
to drink the wine
and rest on a bar
to write in the streets
but sleep in a room
to ride the bus absorbing
the pain
to stare at women and
their legs
to laugh as my buddy,brother,friend
coughs from the joint.
to drink for the cheers
of being alive
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