The Motor City is so busy with the dizzy, you never know how the sassy will pass thee.
The midtown university is bustling with the minds of tomorrow and the spines of published rhetoric.
Close by, you'll find a lockpit on Peterboro block street that's ready to hop with a rooftop shoe drop singing a siren cop rock with plenty of tear mops on the wagon chop.
"Meet the fee to be me."
The squad car blue flew a new sidewalk crew for me and for you giving us a clue when things are through. Is it a mystery pew or is it rain dew?
Written by: Patrick James Quaker
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