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A poem about racing |
| The green flag drops Action never stops Hear the motors running Going around the track Not wanting to fall back Hear the motors running The track is really rumbling Ahead two cars crumpling Hear the motors running Green flag once more A guy's inching up to my door Hear the motors running The flag waving is white one more lap ... all right Hear the motors running It feels great to cross that line See the checkers one more time Hear the motors running |