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Cruising down the highway the high beams on The image of driving thru space as the snow falls Hydroplane here and a hydroplane there The adrenaline rushing but there is no fear Six o’clock Sunday traffic is pretty light Exiting the expressway and gliding thru the stop sign I hit the accelerator; fishtailing is such a delight At the stoplight as the snow still falls Under the streetlight it looks like a waterfall The light turns green and as I start to go The flashing slip light is putting on a show The snow-covered road with its shining white The appearance of a lighted runway As I begin to take flight Heading toward my final exit on downhill slope I tap my brakes and slip sliding I go A couple more taps: I navigate the turn Gliding thru one more stop sign I hit the accelerator going for a one hundred eighty fishtail turn After correcting I continue to go The car moving from side to side as if I’m drunk or ****** Arriving at works entrance I hit the brakes hard as I make my turn The car spinning around this race I just won.
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Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 8:22 AM UTC
Snow Drive
Cruising down the highway the high beams on The image of driving thru space as the snow falls Hydroplane here and a hydroplane there The adrenaline rushing but there is no fear Six o’clock Sunday traffic is pretty light Exiting the expressway and gliding thru the stop sign I hit the accelerator; fishtailing is such a delight At the stoplight as the snow still falls Under the streetlight it looks like a waterfall The light turns green and as I start to go The flashing slip light is putting on a show The snow-covered road with its shining white The appearance of a lighted runway As I begin to take flight Heading toward my final exit on downhill slope I tap my brakes and slip sliding I go A couple more taps: I navigate the turn Gliding thru one more stop sign I hit the accelerator going for a one hundred eighty fishtail turn After correcting I continue to go The car moving from side to side as if I’m drunk or ****** Arriving at works entrance I hit the brakes hard as I make my turn The car spinning around this race I just won.
TimEmminger
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Jan 22, 2023
Jan 22, 2023 at 8:22 AM UTC
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