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Jun 2011
Soundly
Roundly rolling
Down
Into town
The racer screamed
In his
Cardboard Lightening
Ride
Living out
His
Happy dream
Faster faster
Through the streets
Twisting
Turning
Flying free
Feet-for-wheels
And
Boyhood motor
He can Race
Cuz
He is Three!
Written by
Timothy Mooney
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