The Racecar Driver
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Written, May 12, 2024
For the contest, Palindrome Limerick
Sponsor, Joseph May
My mom drove like a racecar driver,
this ma'am was always the first arriver;
Abba loud was such a hoot,
stopped, the car would peep and toot;
aha- again . . . I was a survivor !
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2024
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