The Rocket Jeep by Lorna Bradley

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Apr 2010

Clutch. Shift. First Gear,
My thoughts leave the atmosphere.
Clutch. Shift. Third Gear,
I'm getting out of here.
Bright red stars, screeching brakes,
Driving behind me is not always safe.

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Lorna Bradley

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