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Wires In My Tires


.elusive balance and holes in my shoes.
.rambling stammering and wires in my tires.
.flutter to the cool jazz sounds.
.stop and make a remark.
.borrow the finer things of life.
.each night could be your last.


Fresh Wit

  These pixels don't mean anything.  Greetings and signoffs, edits and mixing.  All contrived.  Even the paper pushing papers, the grump...