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a buick and a girl

by mark-john-junor-1

it was just past three am and the engine was running rough and there was miles and years to go streetlights goin by so fast they seem to flicker like an old time picture show the radio playing loud some oldies station with an echo like time was a tunnel of stars and streetlights that endless perfect night with your girl next to you shes wearing shorts and a wifebeater flip-flops and all thouse bracelets she tinkled when we would bounce in the back seat she just laughs and says darn tootin' my soul is three inches from flying pavement and iv never felt so alive the whole world comes down to that floating flying dreamin running laughin freedom on the wings of the engines secret fires the road itself takes on a other worldly glow in thouse hypnotic headlights there in the tunnel of stars and headlights a buick and a girl iv never been so alive
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Apr 27, 2014
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