firm and round
full and smooth
the storefront mannequin had wonderful tits didn't she?
we rode through the frosty night
past sleepy farms and axle bone yards
forgotten memories of an america well lived
the dreams of an empire swept under the tidal wave of lightening we hold in our hands
a trip to yesterday planned in the wee hours of today
a search for one last adventure
possibly a chance to find the answer we missed all those years ago
maybe even touch the infinite we always knew was just down that creepy looking road over there...
blank and emotionless
empty and coarse to our eyes
someones decency had the mannequin removed a few years back
goodbye baseball
goodbye hot dogs
goodbye chevrolet
goodbye pie
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