A Paterson Winter
A whale like mouth but swallows almost twice as much.Life in it's hands, can betaken away wit a single touch. You feel these beast like eyes stair upon thee. She
causes I to luv her but looses me. Car tires singing sad songs,as it's passengers
enjoy her as she goes on. The breath of the trees is worst than the mist of all
sea's.Her voice is death, before she take you she'll let you finish wat iz leff.Her
street lights are red-for right and blue-to go left.As the sun goes west,a lil town in
NJ is blessed wit a curse. Though it seems it luvs you, A Paterson Winter
Night is like the life of a "Lady Of The Night"
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