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Short Trip
Contributed by
Zork
on
Thursday, 16th October 2008 @ 10:37:02 PM in AEST
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my father wears quality old leather shoes and a brown jacket. we ride a red horse, filled with the snap and jangle of telecasts flying through the radio and new-fangled cds. Down to south virginnia, north carolina and places that follow those such as these. we got these japanese girls down here, walking short-skirted through the cul-de-sac smoking their cigarettes, shouted at by the professors next door from formerly 200,000 dollar homes who teach physics to the classes and throw food at the poor “go out L.A. way for all the smog, save your money ladies”. They’re right, They’re right, but the old man’s going to pickup and drive the road to a river that should be called old. 69 years and an ocean were home, yeah but I guess things just trickle down and love comes coughing sneezing, slightly buzzed through the ear part of a telephone. And there’s still those plaid boys on light of the mid afternoon street chewing whatever they’re chewing this week, but I’m taking ABCDEFG trains north for about two days, longer, but for the slow poke town folk down in south Virginia it’s a short trip.
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