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Down To the Bottom of Barregarrow

Past the crossroads the road dives down Full throttle impetus now a projection through space Past the White Chapel a hundred and twenty miles an hour Wheels skimming dancing barely touching the ground Skill and nerve enhanced with gravities pull This a test of a man to do his best Dedicated to all the riders competing this week in the Isle of Man TT races.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 6/7/2010 4:00:00 PM
Enjoyed reading your poetry this afternoon Nigel. Thank you for sharing it with us. Love, Carol
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