November 24, 2008
The Bull gleams with light
And the metallic paint shines
Like snow on a frosty night

Like sitting in an airplane
With hyperspace mode
Start it up; and your ears explode

The engine churns out immense powers
While the bull laughs and glowers
Shaking the concrete with a sound that shrieks
This car was not meant for the weak.

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mrjea said...
Nov. 13, 2013 at 12:37 am
nice poem. 
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