Fuel is LowA Poem by Kevin AndrosRace all you want, just keep an eye out for the fuel indicator!
I was driving down the hill so fast,
The speedometer was rising up the mark, The car was flying above above the road, Like the hovercraft was racing to the shore, The speed was highest heading, eager touching, With no sense of control Fuel is low ... .... fuel is low The turn was coming near towards us, And the edge was enough to remove us from the track, The night was deeply down into the dark, Only moon that I could see in one sight, The speed was highest heading, eager touching, With no sense of control Fuel is low ... .... fuel is low The danger now was coming really closer, And the shock absorber started not to work, The Tyreware was causing really faster, with a few drops of fuel inside the tank, The speed was highest heading, eager touching, With no sense of control Fuel is low ... .... fuel is low Watch our Performance live at the Carnival 2009: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WJrMt5jDRwI © 2009 Kevin AndrosAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on October 17, 2008 Last Updated on April 1, 2009 AuthorKevin AndrosWorld is one country, IndiaAboutHi. I'm a Leo Person by birth. ************************ Update April 2016 I am making my slow return to this wonderful world without borders. Trying to be active on boards and adding new writer.. more..Writing
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