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Dec 2020
She was a hotrod to die for
a real bucking machine
crome and black with eyes blown out sockets
she was not like any other she went like a rocket

Just sitting in her seat you felt complete
you feel with her you are one entity
and when she takes off
oh boy, scream pussycat scream

Best to have protection when with her
helmet and gloves a must
a fireproof suit on maybe
unless you want to get burnt to a crust

So here we go, on with the show
she really is ready to go
full throttle lets make a scene
and scream pussycat scream


By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Christos Andreas Kourtis
Written by
Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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