Drag Strip Heat
The thunder roar of a dragster, really stirs my blood,
I would always slip off to the strip when I was young.
My dad always knew right where I"d be,
on the very front, where I could see.
A scolding I'd get, when he got me home,
but after he was asleep, this girl was gone.
All my buddies so much older than me,
my protection against the drag strip creeps.
Now I watch dragsters on the TV,
as they bring back, some of my favorite memories.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2007
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