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lawrence, KS
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by Bil Johnson
oceans wept
waves fell on surf
for you were leaving
we drank our minds
in a marathon of
blaring trombones
and trumpets
blasting
down lonely roads
drinking to greatness and past glories
never knowing what lies behind the green door
you bit craigs ear in the name of
terminal velocity and
the dominance of cockroaches
you leapt tables topped with pints
not quite making it
we scared bouncers and spilled
onto early morning streets
with blurred visions but vivid memories
of 3am pool games in defense of something bigger than us
of tongues down the random throats of friends
and the soft hum of the road lulling us to sleep
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