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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.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.111111
Weighted score: 6.0555553
Overall Rank: 1200
Posted: November 6, 2003 5:36 PM PST; Last modified: November 6, 2003 5:36 PM PST
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Um, that's not what this poem is about. A hearse that can carry the fronts is always a good idea though. ANY thing that can carry the fronts. Does that ponti have the 90-V8?