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RADAR COP ** #865127 Not An Image ** It's tough to be a radar cop When the car you drive is in the shop, And transportation is what you need; They give you a mighty steed! I have great respect for the law, They're out there working - and, HAW! Another speeder caught in the trap, Dared to give the officer some crap. For a radar gun is not all they own, There's an officer ahead with a faster roan; A souped-up version of Man O' War Will out-run you, and make a score! Speed kills, they know so well, And try their best to save you from H--- Duty calls and they will answer; Even if they have to drive a prancer! Countrymom 7/6/04
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