Kerouac
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James McLain
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Kerouac, a bard of the open road,
In prose, his tales of wanderlust flowed.
Scrolls unfurled with spontaneous grace,
Beat generation's poetic embrace.
Jack's words danced in a jazz-like trance,
On the scroll, a wild, rhythmic dance.
Spontaneity, his literary flair,
On the road, his spirit dared.
In ink and rhythm, a rebel's quest,
Kerouac's style, an untamed zest.
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