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Marrowless highway (Free verse) by INTRANSIT

Witness the hearse driver, bright carachters, blocked by the burgeoning sable seasons. Busy love-making the she-car while wishing for the rest of this hemi-life, this 50/50 mixture that no longer works and is corroding the free flowing core. Watch the mercury rise. The full wide open throttle position will never be seen . Escape, the out of reach need, repressed by systematic crossfire, a voyager on someone elses' trip. Red and blue lights of the ambulance will never flash for her. Nor for the hearse driver.

sliver 6-Nov-03/7:22 PM
Straight 8, you aught to see my junkyard, all oldies. We have a 64 Buick Riviera All orig. with the 425, they called it the 465 wildcat. A 64 pont. Grand Prix (4 Spd), etc..... A motorhead dream!




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