Open Road
That sweet, robust 'Stroker' clatter
A coy smile quickly appears as my heart
skips a beat
Stretching the seat belt 'til I hear the
buckle gather
Now, this old road I can't wait to greet
Slowly I put the gear shift into drive, yes,
nice and easily
Rubber to asphalt as I happily move down
the line
No radio just me, some fresh air, and my
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Not sure where I'm headed but that's fine
'cause what I've found is peace of mind
Copyright © Stewart Watkins | Year Posted 2023
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