And I saw a doorway to ten-thousand
Very possible
Futures.
A bike rolled along with a crowd
Of beautiful women. Jackie held
The handlebars
Into destiny.
written autumn of 2000
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| I walked in the harsh sun of mid-day And I saw a doorway to ten-thousand Very possible Futures. A bike rolled along with a crowd Of beautiful women. Jackie held The handlebars Into destiny. written autumn of 2000 |
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