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Red Rocket

I’ll always remember my very first car All gleaming in shiny red metal It never broke down, going near, going far The fire in my gut wouldn’t settle Each morning I’d hop in that open top Sometimes it seemed I could fly No one could stop the cream of the crop And sat in that car, that was I The only speed I ever heeded was ‘Faster’ The only fuel she ever needed was me For I had no clutch and no gearbox to master I’d pedal like crazy, back when I was three.

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