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A True Poem of an American Movie Guru: I've written this poem that has yet to be done, Since I watch too much film and have way too much fun. I've seen more than just movies, I've read books with a craze, I've seen music, heard art, and seen bro's you can taze. Am I almost finished? Hell, I don't even know. I can't write a peom like I can watch a good show. TV is awesome, but radio is dead. Good thing games will live on, like "THE Chicago Ted." I can't draw a picture to save my own life. I hate stupid fangirls that know only Cloud Strife. Wait a sec', hold on! We started with film, but it seems we've changed subject wi

 On a Sunday sunrise of 1982, a cobalt blue Ford F-100 with a white pinstripe, pulled out of the dealership parking lot. It parked around all of the other trucks on sale in the dealership, and just sat there until an old man got out of the truck, and walked into the dealership building. Later, some teenagers went looking for cars to steal, and they came to the truck, but as soon as they touched the handle the old man ran out with a Black Chrome Custom Mouser handgun, shooting it three times, until all of the kids ran away. Both the inside and the outside looked outstanding on the truck. The interior was also cobalt blue with white lining, w