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Mar 2019
VROOOOOOM!!! VROOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!
03/26/2019


SPARKS B R I D G E D the GAP
SHUDDERING, BODY AWAKENS
THIRSTY for HIGH OCTANE
ANXIOUS to be let LOOSE

The CROWD is QUIET
The one NEXT to me is FIDGETY
We Both **** SMOKE
With every drop of HIGH OCTANE

Come on MAN, let me go
I can already taste VICTORY
I can see the FINISH LINE
That we shall pass in the BLINK of TIME

Muscles wound up, aching
The COUNTDOWN goes from red to green
Left behind only BURNT smell
Where RUBBER meets the ROAD

The whole thing LASTED only a few ticks
But what a THRILL
I would surely need new RUBBER
Before I'm back at the STARTING LINE.
My first whack at jovialty, frivolity
Written by
Suresh Gupta
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