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396. The Curve

I should have looked around the curve
But my car was going quite fast
I loved the feel of the fifth gear
And the look of the driver I flew past
I had my foot on the gas pedal
Pushing the accelerator to the floor
I was a pretended racecar driver
Urging my metal steed for some more
I didn’t see the oncoming car
The one that tried to pass into me
By the time I realized too late
It was the last thing I would see
For into the railing my car did crash
My brakes never stopping my pace
Over the hillside my car did fly
Taking me to my final resting place
Although the thrill was truly amazing
As I plunged into the canyon below
I guess this puts and end to my speeding
For no longer racing will I go


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