window seat
facing forward
racing westward on rails;
every twist a next vista
the last
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window seat
facing forward
racing westward on rails;
every twist a next vista
the last
... [+]
The girl upstairs doesn't know
How old I am.
I mean old old old
I don't know either,
I
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The way Little Miss Perfect tells it, you'd think I was head of a gang of street thugs when I was a kid. We weren't thugs, we were twelve. All we wanted was some prize money, or at least a bit of ... [+]