Pork Belly to Chicago, Chic to New York

Love drooped slow, as a banjo, a cloud, a bit of light, “ning” fright as a young kid, drip with rain from a rainbow, a young kid, not wearing a bikini, because having, and not growing no boobs,

Adair, you on striding in there, legs conditioned, through brute repetition, you, with your thin arms, holding the bar,

You love your tradition, your Nebraska stripped, your wings clipped,

You want to be recruited, hey babe, your love enjoyed, your willingness, your front cake,

You leaving Nebraska, not to love in an Emerald streak, a damask, a pull up your pants,

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