behind me is long span
no lights following for miles
they could have left planet
with me on my way home
i'm happy i'm zooming
refrain from music blaring
i dropp by familiar stop over
filling their trunks with food
for tonight's basketball playoff
fried chicken is almost gone
long line at salad bar, surprise
i will take fruits for breakfast
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