Chairs draped over our backs. We begin to get worn out
A fucking amazing day that was.
Half way accross the town, drops fall on our noses,
smiles and laughs burst out.
Cars honking, puddles splashing, our new things...
are soaked. A few more blocks to creep up,
lets discover some more.
Old friends greet you with an invite
for the evening to come, bums
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