vii-Summer Nightsvii-Summer Nightsvii-Summer Nights
The cool sweet summer nights broken again by grinding, shifting gears of passing cars and op'ra murmurings of ancient men.
The distant bellows of steamboats sound then, cutting through the fog, marking the passed hours, cool sweet summer nights are broken again.
Faint trace of salty stinging wind from when harsh cries of gulls reigned the air, spun memoirs through op'ra murmurings of ancient men.
Their voices, lights, and music dimmed by ten, work roughed, recalling home, they puff cigars, the cool sweet summer nights b
vi-freedom machinevi-freedom machinevi-freedom machine
rainbow chalk in the basket, sit on the worn seat, tassels thrown to the side, grip the stiff rubber handles, pump the pedals, turn the wheels, race away.
cards in the spokes flick the milliseconds past, trees whiz past, barely a blur, light poles striping the sidewalks, shadows stretching to the other side of the world.
vehicle of childhood adventures, a rocket, the fastest steed, a motorcycle, a spaceship, tassel bedecked, card flicking, chalk bearing,
freedom, to go wherever a heart desires.
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