Treasure Island

Elizabeth Walker

(11/01/1985 / Winston Salem, North Carolina)

Racing


The pace car is out leading the pack
slowly it moves around the track
the cars then speed up at a fast clip
no treads on these tires makes it easy to slip
but keep your eyes open and alert
cars get knocked and people get hurt
take a chance take a dare
but i warn you be prepared
if the sound of cars whizzing by
is the source of your high
maybe its a race you should try.

Submitted: Monday, November 08, 2004

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