A story about Bill, by Bethany
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A story about Bill
And his house on the hill
I got in his truck
People said “Good luck”
He drove up the hill
I got such a chill
Straight to the top
Oh, my ears did pop
Down the other side
“NO BREAKS” Bill cried!!
Better get a good grip
Heading fast towards the dip
Back up the other side
Like a roller coaster ride
When it’s time to go, I shout
“Is that the only way out”
He said, “Tough luck
Just get in the truck”
That’s a drive with Bill
To his house on the hill
Hold on tight
What a night!!
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Posted: 2007-03-20 07:03:35 UTC |
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