Gto

It was long and gold with a honeycomb grill, And something inside it, wouldn't let it stand still. It had white leather buckets, and a four on the floor, When I stepped on the gas, it would start to roar. The gauge said 160, man could it go, There was nothing faster than my GTO. I would cruise down the streets, with the ragtop down, Turning every head in our quiet little town. I know I'll never see it's like again, But wonderful memories filter through my brain. The luckiest men that you'll ever know, Are the ones that have owned, a GTO. 5/17/12 Alton Texas