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July 2010
Broadway is dark, California has caught a chill,
Alaska has finally decided to melt, enough is happening at once,
from the inhale of the night, to the stars and the thrill,
speeding down the street, fearless of any bumps.
The point always seems too sharp, so never do I use my logic,
two is more numbers, but one strong man is priceless,
I just rolled myself in a dutch, someone pass the Bic,
inhale more for the night, and finally I feel the foggy bliss.
