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Written by: Tim B  Send Soup Mail  
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The Reserve

A passionate embrace of last reserve
Steel tracks taking their twisted curves
Harrowing frights dark of hue
Speed demons singing the blues
Over and over they are off the rail
Careen the cliff and off she sails
Top notch is their deadly reserve
Drops of pain the only preserves
Let the games begin

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  1. Date: 6/20/2012 7:40:00 PM

    I feel like I'mon a train Tim; rushing headlong into the future. What a great way to go! Luv, Elizabeth P S You said you haven't been around much, hope all is ok with you.

  1. Date: 6/14/2012 10:08:00 PM

    This is a wondrous write my friend! What a wonderful message you presented! Your poem is expressed diligently and greatly all around! I really enjoyed the power behind your words! Great Work!!