Hey, Bo Diddley, allow me to tell you a story:
          saw your name once on a pickup’s sleek fender curve,
          cherry-red eye-catcher parked wheels shooting flames.
I was too young then to jive on Fifties rock.
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Saw your name once on a pickup’s sleek fender curve
          in front of the Lucky store, beside my brother’s car.
          I was too young then to jive on Fifties rock.
Your syllables, Bo Diddley, spliced forever into my soul.
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In front of the Lucky store, beside my brother’s car,
          a musical name tattooed my memory.
          Your syllables, Bo Diddley, spliced forever into my soul.
Retiring to New Mexico, I find you were once a neighbor.
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A musical name tattooed my memory.
          A red truck painting triggered younger days.
          Retiring to New Mexico, I find you were once a neighbor.
Oh, Bo Diddley, upholding the law in Valencia’s Citizens’ Patrol.
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A red truck painting triggered younger days;
          cherry-red eye-catcher parked wheels shooting flames
          Oh, Bo Diddley, upholding the law in Valencia’s Citizens’ Patrol.
Hey, Bo Diddley, allow me to tell you a story…

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