Nozzle Guzzling

My gas guzzling days are through.
No more will I wander looking for you.

Have switched to alcohol for my brew.
Wander in my mind for a presence of you.

Sit on my porch to scan the view.
Hearing the call of the sound of you.

Just around the bend to imbue
Searching the horizon for the scent of you.

No more rocketing into the wild blue.
Touching the sky for a piece of you.

Just dreaming what seems so true,
that just opening my eyes, I will see you.

Your pipes all shiny, your paint of rare hue.
The ride of my dreams -- that's you!
Little Blue Bling

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8/14/05


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