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HEAD-ON COLLISION

All roads lead where maps don't show. Country roads brood quiet air; And desert roads are lonely; Ahead is the busy high street Where roads divide, cross and meet. Can't give way! Too late to brake! Jolt! Malleable embrace…shake. Exchange names, numbers...we know Rattle teases, it's hard to repair. Damaged cars move on…Only, First contact was a blunder; The rest, forbidden wonder! Head-on! Malleable embrace… Shake, shake, shake, shake… Frank Corso




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