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Aug 2014
We would storm into the pubs
with our true grit,
spitting truth & lies
with our tequila eyes.
Sometimes,
we'd hallucinate on the edge,
spin on the dance floor
with them pretty girls,
some wore flowers in their hair.
Those were the ones we'd fly away with,
trying to live our dreams
with someone else
looking for love.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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