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Head Banging

In the Rocker’s Lair
Exotic smokes fill the air
Slinging sweaty hair


By Robb A. Kopp
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Kopp Avatar
April 5, 2010 at 7:47 PM
Nice write.
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April 5, 2010 at 1:19 PM
Xtra care in the Rocker's Lair Exotic, intoxicating elixir there Slinging sweetly, words of dare. ;) Everlasting, I can see and hear. . . Great write, dear .. and I do like your name. :)
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April 5, 2010 at 11:20 AM
exotic smoke for some, that was the visual aid of the written word that their thoughts they make in their minds, in the lair brooding creativity. haha love long hair rocker guys :p
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