A love letter... to the breakfast mafia.

The 1st SpokesLady /
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Chuck!

Thine 3am potatoes do rock my face off.

The driveway! The streets!

All the KC peeps!

Gears and booze,

people to shmooze-

Lava rooms and uptown bars,

Only for mopeds!

Never for cars!

Only broke-down buses,

BBQ pits and chuckles of chuck

and the dozen eggs of a breakfast mafia

ready to ride

ready to go

ready to make my heart beat oh!

thus my love-letter of the rally first-

opening now an eternal thirst.

My dear Moped Army,

Where do I start?

I fear that now you own my heart!

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