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Pedal To The Metal
Chasing the rays of the sun At the invincible age We never consider how How long the run will be, How many seasons will see Us spin our special charms, Jolted now and then by a Carefree reckless friend biting The bullet far too soon, A hint of maybe an end As old, old relatives take Their leave, but that is Light years past the bend, The snow and surf are here My dear and the road Was made for pedal to The metal.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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