And To Think: I Drove It!
Time-slowed, whose momentum
Once youthful heard.
For will to life's war chariot.
Whim's spears out-shot.
Airborne, for its daring.
A-flame, rasher!
Does each storm-front, tempestuous
Re-trace its fuss.
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