raceday

twas the night before raceday and all thru the house, not a motor was starting except for my mouse, with its 15 inch slicks and its 411 gears, its four inch exaust pipes will hurt your ears ,and its fiberglass body and its tubular frame uncorked or corked up they both sound the same, with its duel turbo charged big block it beats every car,it almost breaks thru its thick wheelis bars weve been racing all night and the cars are alright here comes the cops quick run for your life
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Posted: Dec 2012
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my son was 10 when he wrote this

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