Would die without


Urban's forte, Stability on a not so solid day,

Beautiful black leather , or an experinced grey,

Recourse from the mud on a rainy day, skillet in the summer be it may,

Everyone else might take you as trivial,

Yet praise for asphalt, with me I hope you stay,

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Our world
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I live close to downtown jackson, and one of the many elements of the little city 

that I like is the newly paved streets. 

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