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Burning into smoldered guts,
These last takes and burning rust.
Engines rip and climb to die,
Batteries, recharge then fry.
Calluses fall off and fade,
Memories like eggs then laid.
Basball bats to hoods of cars,
Battles up in midtown bars.
Crushing bone into new steel,
Driving madness with a wheel.
Just as crackle begins to pop,
Lightning strikes and all did stop..
- by The Dashing Gentleman |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 08/27/2009 |
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- Title: Crackle
- Artist: The Dashing Gentleman
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Description:
I looked at the pavement today, and this is what happened. - Date: 08/27/2009
- Tags: crackle
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- O-winter rose-O - 08/30/2009
- it good
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- elishabeth hearts ichgo - 08/30/2009
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hi its great
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