the count down

began at a hotdog stand in a crowded alley way.
my new years kiss left my feet tingling..
ran around chilly boston, warm and dreamy,
screaming , “happy new year!”

joe and peach – snausages!

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some drunkard duct taped and paper toweled my bruised leg.. hrm.

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