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Laconia Bound
Twelve hundred CC’s between your knees Of compression, air, fuel and spark. Thunder explodes as the throttle you squeeze Delivering speed, horsepower and torque
Highway seven to highway eleven Where mountains of green turn to mountains of white Carves a path through the gates of heaven The road to New Hampshire is outa sight
Hippie chick playing guitar so surreal As we roll on out of the breakfast and bed Acoustical colors in my mind are revealed As magical vibes from her fingers are bred
New Hampshire state line lose the lid Nothing says freedom like wind in your hair Like Jesse James and Billy the Kid Drive in those spurs and ride through the air
Leather winged angels shine laughing tattoos And red and white halos that rock around Denim vests of faded blue Look out baby we’re Laconia bound.
Sam Greco Columbia, South Carolina
samg1965@yahoo.com
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