Twelves
it's a motel room
sunrise, sunset, happy, orange sun
some such
off the interstate
in
bum
florida
my spasmodic hercules
I work pretty hard to make it a hercules,
anyway
with bulls & boars & eighty six
bras
and a bottle of evan williams
wine
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