Tack & Pine
Be Where You Are
...cracking booms cut sharply across the night sky...
... I found a tree that sparkled twice.
To me, it promised, to be nice...
...for some reason all I had was a thumb tack in my hand - I threw it at his windshield ... as I yelled, "Come on man!"
Fantasy is not your freedom...
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