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Sexy-assed Sundays
Pounding a Ghetto Blaster
Wearing out my knees
Fliff like a sultan
Oppenheimer Pinata
Lemon Drops was cool
Blist'ring James Taylor
Night turns into shitiness
Hippies pouring in
Death was hanging out
Body of heavy reader
Blacked out for a bit
Striptease falcons swoon
Stuck in Tokyo drifting car
My eyes are punished
Oblivion swigs
Light peaks out human costume
Real patient demon
Grappler school antics
Wolfed cookies; blacked out again
willed self back to sleep
Awoke for last time
Break up email to Momo
Sent into the ether
Email make the rounds
That's why you don't fuck students
Frank shits in my cut
hills don't climb themselves
the sun will not set itself
night commute again
DC Ode to Abba
Old friendly routes now packed with snow
A biting wind tells me I’m alive
Thaw out my toes along Beach Drive
Join hasty traffic nowhere else to go
The monuments await me still
Hain’s cronies race around the loop
Seven more laps then post-ride soup
Ice forming fast no time to kill
In winter solstice days are short
Spinning is like Oprah reruns
It’s the monotony my mind shuns
That’s why cycling’s an outdoor sport
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