Jack Kerouac's birthday:
I, like all the rest
a myriad of testo-gas-laced adolescents
consumed On the Road
and wanted to be there,
on the road
with an open bottle
and a girl, or two,
heading west to the endless night
the star-filled darkness of the soul,
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