her heart dragged her brain behind it took it out for a wild ride a wicked crack-the-whip and screamed Hold on! We ain’t stopping til we run out of gas!

                               then slyly smiling over its shoulder it said Oh my goodness, appears we have a full tank.

he didnt hear what her brain cried back

                                          its voice was lost in the growl of hearts enginethe squealing tires burning rubber

her heart though  misjudged the strength of her brainits grasp  there was no shaking it

watching them go as they sped off he wondered who was taking who for a ride

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