Speed - Poem by Tango Tango
Cars, here bikes, there,
people rushing everywhere.
They rush around from place, to place,
acting as if they are in a race.
Speed is the thing,
it can kill anyone, even a king.
For suddenly, there is a crash,
another life has ended in a smash.
Take your time, and you wil be fine,
caution is advised, if you wish to stay alive.
Remember your car is only a tool,
So dont drive it like a fool.
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