From Issue 13: Ode to Gasoline

George Longenecker I love you— but I hate you. You’ve always been so refined, and I like your aroma; though you’re killing me, I have fond memories, of your high octane brew; forget about CO2, oil spills— gasoline, you and I have gone so many places. We crossed the Kansas plains in my Triumph, black…

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