“CRIMSON FLAMES TIED THROUGH MY EARS
ROLLIN' HIGH AND MIGHTY TRAPS
POUNCED WITH FIRE ON FLAMING ROADS
USING IDEAS AS MY MAPS
"WE'LL MEET ON EDGES, SOON," SAID I
PROUD 'NEATH HEATED BROW
AH, BUT I WAS SO MUCH OLDER THEN
I'M YOUNGER THAN THAT NOW.”

 
 
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