Eight tracks and underage,
hard rock for the teenage,
one summer eve, surrounded by kings.They rolled their tokes,
shared loose smokes,
and bragged, of sweetheart flings.I watched all night,
as they pal and fight.
Curse, and say foolish things.Like “Play it again.”
said my uncle to a friend,
as we sat, listening, to those guitar strings.
The Brothers
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Earth To Ash 
Good old times. Do you listen to music like that these days?
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Wow, that’s an old poem of mine. Nah. That’s cool stuff don’t exist in my world anymore. Lost yesteryear I miss and think of from time to time. You?
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Same…
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