For Ashley
The best four hours, thirty three minutes and
thirty three seconds
No hyperbole involved
although the chandelier morphed into
dancing skeletons
0 to 85 ain't bad just don't
hit a table but it looked like a chair
It is the smile that will get you hooked like a wino
outside the liquor store at 9AM
Looking for the only late night eatery
after midnight
How can bare knuckled truth be this fun?
The nineteen eighties came gushing forth like an oil
well
but wistful for another two hundred and seventy three minutes
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