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May 2011
Round, Round
Oval track bound!
Speed is the name
Engine roar the sound
Tire marks on the ground
and on the walls, the same
The thunder will astound;
Overwhelmingly loud
Bumping, Grinding,
Sponsored by fame
and money to be found
Race to first, rub and pound
A trophy to claim
But not before yellow flags
Hot fuel and orange flame
Straight away drags
Heated tempers, fingers pointing
Untamed revenge, who's to blame?
And this was just the practice rounds
Exciting, thrilling, action abound
A day at the races, Love the sound!
(AIP)
OnlyEggy
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