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this is the best part of the trip

listening to my father's stolen record
the only thing he ever stole, i believe
but who could resist the doors?
can you really blame him?

my shoulders roll
my hips roll
my minds rolls
and reels
and replays

he said he felt like climbing and off he went
across trucked in sand in a soon to be overgrown playground
stock still on swings i watched

god, i want to be jim morrison