MontoyaA Poem by Harley (arbiter)
Pablo Montoya
Just came from the pits No one knew He had some cheese nips They say don't txt and drive But here's the thing He wasn't txting He was eating He reached into the box And couldn't find anything He threw it in the floor And started sulking Poor italian If he wasn't a cryer Maybe he wouldn't have spun out And hit that jet dryer At least they had tide The officials checked But it couldn't clean up The red car that wrecked Now dale owns it Its in his backyard Its only use now, a picture In Earnharts family postcard © 2012 Harley (arbiter)Author's Note
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Added on September 2, 2012 Last Updated on September 2, 2012 AuthorHarley (arbiter)the age of classic rock , ARAboutI am different. I am the unforgiven. I was born october 1997. I just write because I want to express my feelings in more ways than music and art. I'm just a guy trying to get out of the rain and sur.. more..Writing
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