small poems & small plates
We back out together, the parking lot too tight, and once a roped hooligan tries to escape, we take after them. I absolve my ranch hands from all danger, and enter the meadow, riding hard til dawn.
We back out together, the parking lot too tight, and once a roped hooligan tries to escape, we take after them. I absolve my ranch hands from all danger, and enter the meadow, riding hard til dawn.
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