RILEY WITH THE
ROTO-TILLER
Nothing for fun, this guy's dead serious.
I look at his eyes and know I see killer.
Obsequious? No, I don't think so. The
road of Rt. 27 takes a turn through his
heart. I could balance on egg-white on
nothing, as the road signs read Kingston
and Princeton. If I knew where I was
going, I think I'd be there already.
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