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May 2014
The race
We hear the most famous words"Gentlemen start your engines" to start our first lap.
It's now no time for a nap.
Before we get to move I ask do I need to make this thing run.
As we head to turn one,I think this is going to be fun.
Into turns two I'say when is it your turn.
Both hands on the wheel I must steer.
Come on boys let's get into gear.As we make turn three.
I refer to the trees they look like sticks.
Now I'm in a fix.
Cars side by side as we get the hell out of turn four. There ain't no more.
I give more gas the engine roars.
As I snore for I'm dreaming because I'm only four.
Written by
Harold r Hunt Sr  union sc
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