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Post by pppauly2009 on Nov 28, 2009 12:40:17 GMT -5
Blood pressure rising. Forehead, perspiring. Vision blurring. Smell oil burning It comes without warning Day, night, or morning When the Tempo appears too late to steer clear. Hear tires screeching. Can't tell if I'm breathing I'm going to die but the Tempo drives by. A ghost on a mission with 4 banging pistons because the Angel of Death drives a White GLS
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