Chicago

I gotta get to Chicago. I gotta get outta town. I'd take a Chariot if I could Love, although I think I'll take Greyhound. And there's a lesson in the air there. Spreading chill bugs all around. And all the folks they're singing pretty, and making pretty,pretty sound. And I wanna love you in the morning. I wanna get into your hair. And I wanna love you without warning. And I wanna kiss you everywhere. And I gotta get to Chicago. I gotta get outta town. I'd take a Chariot if I could Love, although I think I'll take Greyhound. And you'll be catching travel fever. Watching the same rock rolling by. Feeling the bus vibrate beneath you. And Heaven bursting in the sky. And I wanna love you in the morning. I wanna get into your hair. And I wanna love you without warning. And I wanna kiss you everywhere.

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Date: 12/17/2010 9:14:00 PM

It sounds like a song to me. I think with music it would sound pretty interesting, though I don't have a keen ear for such, so I couldn't imagine it. You had some interesting lines, I liked your rhymes. The poem seemed a bit forced though. Keep it up!