Eleanor in a pair of cowboy boots that I once wore when I was her age.
Eleanor making a case for Westward Expansion.
Eleanor in search of bacon and libation.
Elanor not takin' any shit from the beourgeoisie.
Eleanor singin' them freedom songs.
Eleanor ridin' the rails from here to Chicago.
In Spokane they calls her Kid Supreme.
Ella, my heart if it were scrubbed clean of all imperfection.
Crazy Cub stomps left, then right.
Eleanor ain't tryin' to hear yr mess.
Eleanor stirs the hive of the gods with her eyes.
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