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Emily
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08 June 2008

June #7

i
love
your car cuz
it is summatime.
the leather
stickin to the backs
ov my legs, the smell
those seats have in the heat,
of well luv'd leather
fading away
to cow-skin heavun.
for that
plus more
i luv ur car.
Posted by Emily at 22:54
Labels: dialect, poem

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