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James Dean (Haiku) by horus8
Slept on my mother
straight across America.
To race motor bike.
Told Strausberg, "fuck off",
"I wont break it to fix it".
Just make a new one.
I was a poet
before a race car driver.
The same kind of speed.
Silent with a smoke
I brought them all to their knees
to beg them, GET UP!
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