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From the HighwayBy Semper Fi RebornFrom the highwayI observed a memoryA car window glimpse of my pastHearing laughter long fadedSmelling smells long dissipatedMy mind took me on a journey Not one of mystique or mysteryNo genies or magical dragonsBut my journey did involve a bottleThe bottle that sat on the top of Pabst Blue RibbonOn South Orange AvenueLike a beacon of hardworking menStopping for a brewski after workLike a symbol of days to comeFor a boy too young to plan a futureYet mature enough to see itEvery stone around Grove StreetSmelled like barley and hopsThe inner sanctum of Newark held fiberLong gone is the brown bottle on the buildingLong gone is the bright blue buildingLong gone are the workersAnd goodbye workThere is just a pile of rubbleI saw from the highway
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