my thoughts are loud but the TV is louder I thought I would sing along with Bob Seger somehow only second lest the news of how the neighbors thought it was time to return an age the way I sang reminded them of their son how he sang whatever happened to him yes that sound the mower makes as it makes its rounds when the mower scalps the lawn he served in Iraq I am chasing leaps and bounds out of gasoline a girl I know leaning against the window offered my thoughts aloud the barbecue aflame
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