Chased by three,
Tipped with poison free,
Not even can help my good Chi,
Gonna blow up, oh gee…L
Said my prayers,
You can’t imagine the stares,
Praying and driving,
Till they run out of fuel I’m striving…J
Somebody does of me apparently dislike,
How long do you think till they strike,
If they are attracted the heat of my engine,
Perhaps I should have just ridden my bike…J
© ed ~ 7/26/06
Love and Peace, B&R
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Susan
love Tinky
hell, in TEXAS, they jsut shoot us in the a**.
Nice poem