Ride Like You Stole It
Poetry: the most fun you can have with a book in your lap.
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Somewhere in the middle of Virginia,
night fell like tequila panties,
not with a whimper, nor a bang,
but with the sorority-girl WOOHOO
of the train whistle.
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