THE VETTE | UNTITLED | CITRUS GROVE | TIME | GRAY SKY | BUBBLES IN MY BEER | OH HOWLING WOLF | CAUTION

The Vette By Gary G. Ballard ©1998•ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Corvette burning tires in the night, With hottest lines of shape and racing colors, Little Girl I Love You, run away fast. Cherry in the garage with pride, Innocent blind to the Lies of Man. What sends her racing reckless into the night? Tires screaming desperate afraid to stand and fight. But to be so blessed with shape and color can also be a curse. For one who attracts too easily can spoil her own Heart, like a child, and grow inclined to the Lies of Man. The Heart of Mystery bleeds enchained, It don’t fool me one bit in this regard. Why is The Wall so high Little Girl? What secrets do You keep? Corvette burning tires in the night, With hottest lines of shape and racing colors, Little Girl I Love You, run away fast.

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