Best Seatbelt Poems

What is it about seatbelts,
That cowboys find so bad,
And the worst offender of them all,
Would have to be my dad;

He leaves his belt unbuckled,
And it makes an awful ding,
What is so dang hard about,
Buckling the up the thing;

It dings and dings the whole dang drive,...

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It was always there next to me, 
but, won't you see, 
it tightens my free, 
In a minute I feel like flooding of sea.

But doing the ride, 
I felt the sudden death guide,
from the side.

But it felt like leading me to dream, 
to let different...

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