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Fragments from the verse life of a young man in Brooklyn.

Macie was a terraplane.
Horace was a jet.
Marcy was a submarine.
Jim was getting wet.

Stuart raced a hovercraft.
Tim was on the ground.
And tell me, in that hot balloon,
You ever coming down?
Posted by jascha on Monday, May 25, 2009

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