Cosmic thing you still got my ding-a-ling
Roll on highway in the sky
i know you want more whoa!
Let’s go for a ride ooohha!
And not take a map
But a see-saw ride
And see what we can yee-haw find
Hows that for eyes sore?
Of all the Gin Joints. Ptchaw!
Route 66 is really a mix
This poem has not got stix
I quit!
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