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Timeskip F.X. MacKenzie Blacktop reeling out over miles of mountain like some twisted, dizzy serpent I am drunk on the color of spring green Mingling with the souls of dead trees Fragments of a dozen dreams playing déjà vu among the pines Didn't I know you there? © Copyright 2001, 2003, 2004, 2011 by F.X. MacKenzie |