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Mr Testosterone

Easy there mr. testosterone control your speed put down the phone did you light the fuse when you turned the key rage bomb, speeding and weaving for all to see squeeze the wheel, music will blare clinch your jaw, your vulgar words, we hear you swear we’re all stupid drivers, bad traffic you say move over, speed up, get out of my way well, none of us care if you text or you’re a mobile talker either way your destiny will be a road side marker
Every year over 50,000 men, women and children are killed on our roads Share the road PLEASE

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