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Something smeared and meaty
Spread along the highway
Bloody tire tracks fading
Into obscurity.
A cold, moonlit, fall night
Hitching the five miles home
Lover's nuts throbbing time
To the beat of footfalls.
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TWO a.m. AND NO CARS YET, 1962
Something smeared and meaty Spread along the highway Bloody tire tracks fading Into obscurity. A cold, moonlit, fall night Hitching the five miles home Lover's nuts throbbing time To the beat of footfalls. |