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it wasn't cold until they stole
your black leather. my zeppelin sweater
couldn't give comfort in
lack of heat it kept in neat
like a glove and i just shrugged
for lack of speech the car screeched
when that taxi drove down a one way road
thought it'd been the bitter end
when my car squealed and the tires peeled
but we had will to conquer that hill
we did not cede instead took heed
of words we heard spoken slurred
from a man who claimed his band
honors the saint with the daily inebriate
after that mess it quieted for the rest
a needed finale to our meet with death valley