Power behind the pedals.
Clocked at doing 108,
she can't see what's going passed her.
Everything is such a blur.
Slow down!
You're going so fast that
I might lose myself tonight.
Are you crazy dear,
that you would pass the red lights and stop signs?
Slow it down,
we aren't in that big a rush.
Stop...
Stop!
STOP!







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