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Warp Drive

An illicit miss and long haired Chris; Stood at a gate; Where love couldn’t wait; Watching J. J. Brown as he hung around While Linda sang with; Bravado; To a tall Desperado; They later all got down. The building mange; caused downtown change; So there in a lot; They served a soup that was hot; But when the man pulled through; Things got Grim; Because they brought with; Them; A warrant just for you. I’ve seen that face; where is this place; Is there something we missed? Is this boat now in lisp? And we’re lost but not yet found? And I don’t want to; Follow; Because that’s not my Motto And who knows where this is bound.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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