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Aug 2012
as I step on the clutch and engage the gear,
I adjust the mirror and look in the rear.
cherries and berries are nowhere in sight,
yellow turns to red as I set to take flight.
boosting RPMs between three and four,
I'm ready to kick the gas down to the floor.
red turns to green and I'm off down the street,
in less than 9 seconds my opponent suffers defeat.
bored so I felt like writing something simple. passed only about 10 minutes of my time lol I need to go to sleep.
Grant Mailo
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Grant Mailo  Tempe, AZ
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