create travel
By WillowRose
by the window a shadow playsout on the porch, rasta, slapping skinsacross the street a wino falls downon the other side of town someone's aunt lies sick in bedat the local bar jazz musicians play beatnik poets say the people listening sayaround back, cocaine deal, boy does a line a hitman kills with his nine people they fear crimeat the beach bathing beauties lie in the sandthe vendor sells hotdogs from his traveling standback in the park a frisbee is caught by the doga young man is running 20 milestwo young lovers sit under the tree, kissat the cafea writter spills expesso on his manuscriptthe taxis race to the hoteldeep in the city a forbidden hellanything you have you have to sellan artist paints on a solid walla photographer snaps a shot of sirPaulthe wings of a dove keeps peace for allcall of the wildangry mobs rush to the mallboys at the movies smoke in the stalls50 miles away a man meditatesanother smokes ganja from his pipea woman in her garden gathers tomatoes ripeacross the seaan italien makes whine from dandylionthat the flower child picked for hima redhead boy makes music from his flutepeace is now in the air Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 06:43 AM PST 17 • 0 • 10
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"by the window a shadow playsout on the porch, rasta, slapping skinsacross the street a wino falls downon the other side of town someone's aunt lies sick in bedat the local bar jazz musicians play beatnik poets say the people listening sayaround back, cocaine deal, boy does a line a hitman kills with his nine people they fear crimeat the beach bathing beauties lie in the sandthe vendor sells hotdogs from his traveling standback in the park a frisbee is caught by the doga young man is running 20 milestwo young lovers sit under the tree, kissat the cafea writter spills expesso on his manuscriptthe taxis race to the hoteldeep in the city a forbidden hellanything you have you have to sellan artist paints on a solid walla photographer snaps a shot of sirPaulthe wings of a dove keeps peace for allcall of the wildangry mobs rush to the mallboys at the movies smoke in the stalls50 miles away a man meditatesanother smokes ganja from his pipea woman in her garden gathers tomatoes ripeacross the seaan italien makes whine from dandylionthat the flower child picked for hima redhead boy makes music from his flutepeace is now in the air..."