i'm racing for short time
i would be on highway
in few clicks of minutes
i haven't shave my face
nor drink my chocolate
but i will be there on time
yesterday was really breeze
sailors came early or late
but a foreign car got stuck
maybe run out of gas; careless
lady behind me was so nice
she didn't honk but rides
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