Control Cee
Control Vee
Field of palm trees
rustling in the breeze
lulls me to sleep
at a quarter to three
in the endless summer
sunny day
in a field of grass
where I lay
The clang of the bell and clatter of metal broke the tense silence; and a whirlwind of energy burst forth. Muscles, taught and rippling, swe...
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