Street Race
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Category : Poems
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Spin the tires, let 'em smoke.
All for the glory, ain't no joke.
Gotta have traction, power to the ground.
V-8 rumbling, I love that sound.
Line 'em up quick, before the cops arrive.
Mean on the street, that's where I thrive.
Flagger steps back and bangs the light.
Foot to the floor, I'm winning tonight!
