Young, freshin tank tops, shortsopen-toed sandalsWe enterlaminated black lightcartoon postersWAR kicking an ill beaton eight trackBlow shotgunsuntil our eyesare mauveheavy liddedHang until minute detailsbecome conundrumssuitable for heavy rappingBut my cuttydrinks too muchShe cries to go homeWe wave farewellto new found friendswe'll never see againAnd in partingmy sympathyis tinged with pride'Cause I was coolCopyright Valjeanne Jeffers 2009all rights reserved
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