Fast Cars

Cars are fast
They run on love
And they eat gas
They will soon be seen from above
When cars fly,
I shall have an air strike on my enemies.
They will die.
No longer frenzies.
I will have an evil laugh
Shoving ice-cream in my face
Holding my victory staff
I may use my golden mace
Humanity at rest because of my awesomeness
Flying cars cure the city's restlessness.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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May 2, 2026 at 4:15 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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March 13, 2016 at 11:06 PM
Nice to see this one again, Kaylee... LINDA
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January 10, 2016 at 10:40 PM
Hi Kaylee, :) Congratulations on your awesome win. ""You showed me yours-- now's my turn to show you mine --- LADIES"" Stop by my latest blog if you'd like. I have no poem to share under this topic. In which you wrote bravely. I'd like to share photos of my BUDDY (car).......... Always & Forever ~LINDA~
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