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Apr 10, 2010
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FINE
sitting at the console
hand resting on the shifter
the sun shinning through
the tint along the curved
windscreen
Enough Petrol
gauge reads three quarters
and plenty of nothing in
the boot
an old dirty jacket
(leather)
a tire iron
some empties
a blanket
and the spare tire
thats white lettered
Sunshine sparkles
on the highlights
framing the beauty
of your features
and down
the long avenue
of sheet pressed metal
are miles that have
pushed through
freedoms atmosphere
while Joplin sang
the blues
Chevrolet Impala
wont you run
blacktop
turn the time clock
— Esker, Apr 10, 2010
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Critiques
Esker
16 years 2 months ago
forgot to write about who was sitting in the bucket seats
Esker
16 years 2 months ago
I remember buildings with external support
odd molly
16 years 2 months ago
just perfect dear E.I love
magics02
16 years 1 month ago
Nice ride this one was