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Aug 2012
Moves into third, fourth, fifth,
indicates left, down the sliplane-onto the bypass.
A crash course replays.
The tyre bursts, spins out
off the crash barrier and into the 4x4 behind.
Then nothing but a burning wreck,
consumed by hatred filled flames.
Then down the tunnel back to reality…
Up the sliplane. Safe now.
Just a collision thought.
Written by
   Dani Greaves and Madds
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