Racing Rollers
Souped-up rolling solid shields
for little tiny cars.
Speeders breezing through the wind
for living honored stars.
Racers whizzing through the current
tingling from their blood.
Frightened feeling they can't stop
accompanying them to fud.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2017
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