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The Launch
Found the chords, the riffs are born,
got a front, an axe, a bass, some beats.
The song is written, the group is formed,
what name should the vessel take to the streets?
A mother? A lover? Seek out a legend?
Symbolic? Insane? Cast off the vote.
No taking the sis! Impress my girl-friend
anchor success with a name like a boat.
Think of book; of a pub, of a film script;
see the soft s...
Sunday 4th October 2015 10:57 pm
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