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1977

1977

Hometown at night
Her bottom is sunk into the leather upholstery
Of my 1977 corvette
With Supertramp on the eight-track
While we plow through the darkness
Looking for an icebreaker
As an Arctic Front frosts the windows
She smiles as we slide into position
To park-like teenagers
On the funky side of town
But we dream California
While Mississippi mud sticks to our shoes
And the heater blows like the Santa Ana Winds
Written by goldenmyst
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