Tuesday, September 18, 2012

before the race ends...give me a spark...

Give me a blue mustang morn
laid straight across the noon day
before I take the pit stop...

Give me a race course with thirty five degree bank
liquid nitro guzzling where would my soul run
before I would be towed away to rest
By crane fitted car...flashing blue beacon...

Give a freeway to choose...
out of congestion
so that fiery trails would be left
by the smart control cruise...
before the race comes to an end...

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