Saturday, November 18, 2017

An American Girl - by Charlie Macias


Chicka-ha! And she fell down when I explained. It was an avalanche of good tide. The ones that were single didn't thrill me, but the other eight were gems. An early rap struck me strange, but it slowly grew on me. There were two mystery girls at the time. I walked out into the rain.

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