Baby toes in the sun,
a soft summer romance.
Neighbourly advice,
The best kind of free(dom).
Speed daemon,
Joy, thrill, happiness,
Gimme the stick!
The Gauntlet.
Survive the crossing and you live another day,
An hommage to the children who lived,
A suggestion to ones who hope.
Prohibitions are not for the faint of heart,
They are for caballeros,
Viva revolución!
I dream of a day when two events finally come to fruition,
One, domestic American beer dies,
Two, rubbish always and immediately finds its way to the bin.
Side streets are best for a good walk,
Side streets are best for a good run,
Side streets are best for getting lost.
Seriously, I have no memory of this place.
Running every other day,
Don't you quit on me now.
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