Along at high speed I bowl,
Great fun beyond my control.
Sensation plays its swift role
Propelling me as a whole,
Feeling it stroking my soul.
This highest gear I do own
To greater boundaries sown
With joy I have ever known.
For my thrill have so well grown,
As I rush with the winds blown.
Engine with gear I sure choke,
For great discontent is the yoke
That cannot render me broke.
For is with high speed I poke
That my soul with joy did soak.
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