Boot Hot Full Of Lead

No return dirt road to destination,

Over-taking blindly ‘round the bend.

Fists clenched with trepidation,

Snaking ‘long toothpick hairpins.

Ascending, descending,

Hugging the perilous descent.

Got a deadline expirin’ in his head,

Atop a Bolivian boot hot full of lead.

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  1. What a ride!

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