Donald Duty 2nd

Rookie (Jan.14,1992)

Drag Race - Poem by Donald Duty 2nd

A loud crakle feels the morning sky
The engine that turns makes the Drag tires fry
As the tree lights up the cars get very loud
and as they leave the line the cars departure a thick white cloud
As the cars go by a horific rumble
The cars sound may cause you to stumble
In ten secounds its over it all comes to a stop
Except for the winners who will be place on top

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 23, 2011

Poem Edited: Monday, October 24, 2011

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