At The Drag Races Poem by Nicholas Spandrel

At The Drag Races



ah the cool breeze of the cars driving past,
the roar of the engines,
like beautiful music to my ears,
the cheers of the crowd a sight to be seen,
the speed,
a rush to enjoy so much,
as the rush of the engine knocks men back,
as very quick speeds.

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