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The occasional writings and poems of Taren McCallan-Moore.

Monday, 9 April 2007

The Car Club

Black dog old friend
With rolling eyes
Ripped down and pulverized
Taken
Gone

Those that let you out have forgotten now
But your blood still pours out onto the street
Your last breaths etched out
Upon my mothers thighs

And the guilty
Two boys
Lacking common sense
And unforgotten
Are available now upon the net
Old friends sharing wedding photographs
And tips about Cortinas

Posted by Taren at 21:22

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