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Steve McQueen in space

Tiny poetic ears
In a room filled with smoke
Choked up on laughter
Words are hardly spoke.

Small frames grow weary
Dried eyes get teary
Never miss a beat
Oh mother Mary.

A bullet in your pocket
Melodies in your brain
Out of commission rocket
dried up cocaine

ripe like a raisin
Dry like a yellow prune
Exit your inhibitions
Heading to the moon

Steve McQueen in space
rocket back in gear
Give this Martian a taste
Tell em the Earth is near
Written by Bcharles
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