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By B.K. Date: 2011 Jun 13 Comment on this Work [[2011.06.13.22.53.1708]] |
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It's a double line
Two lane blacktop With a race against time Winner takes the title For a blue fine tip And a sip of tranquility We know the atmosphere Heat brushing skin As the air rushes in The lightning surges A high pressure builds A rush of senses A squall line with whirlwinds Riding rough shod across the sky While the fusion of bodies slowly bend With the powerful rising currents Between quicksilver storm chasers Baby it has always been you and I ©bk/june13/2011 |