11/7/07 Missing my Lucille..., by Stilltraveler Subscribe to rss feed for Stilltraveler

In the hands of another.
How hard, how soft I haven't any idea.
Wondering what shape she'll be in when returned.
Will she have been lubricated like I asked.
Bubbled & bathed, cleaned inside & out, making her glow.
How will she be, how will she look, how I miss her.
Oh how I miss my car.
Posted: 2010-03-07 16:39:53 UTC

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