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I call it "ChuckJack Bukerouac"
rode into the storm
on an air of dejection
like all women scorned
Hera just screamed invective
neck craned toward the sky
she shrieked to the vastness
ZEUS, YOU CAN LEAVE
BUT YOU'LL NEVER MOVE PAST IT!
rode into the storm
on an air of dejection
like all women scorned
Hera just screamed invective
neck craned toward the sky
she shrieked to the vastness
ZEUS, YOU CAN LEAVE
BUT YOU'LL NEVER MOVE PAST IT!