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Thirty miles away and the sky is all aglow,
the desert is so bright, I turn my headlights low.
Rubber slapping pavement, Iím building up the speed.
This annual vacation is something that I need.

The motorcycle cop is hiding in the sun,
he smiles as he shoots me with his radar gun.
He clocks me doing eighty where the limitís fifty-five,
I think, ďHe wonít take me in, not while Iím alive.Ē

He starts his bike, turns on his siren and his flashing light,
I snarl and whisper, ďHe wonít bring me down without a fightĒ.
With pedal to the metal I turn around and look.
He just keeps on coming, like Iím some big time crook.

He finally starts to fall behind, my engineís just too big.
I laugh and think, ďI knew that I could outrun that blue pigĒ.
Now Iím past the speed trap and Iíll be there in a clip,
my tire blows, the car explodes, that ends my summer trip.


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All that is necessary for the forces of evil to win the world is for enough good men to do nothing...Edmund Burke


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