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Speed exhilaration
You're foot to the floor
Scenery whips past
You've got the wind in you're hair
Don't know how much you can take
But you gotta push it a little more
Freedom, freedom
You're life flashed by
Family friends
Are you really to young to die?
100 miles per hour
And you're world is getting blurred
Can you reach the breaks,
Before you flip and hit the curb?
It's getting really dangerous
You just can't seem to stop
But when you're in the ditch and bleeding
THEN you'll find out it was wrong


Me!? Weird!? Never!!

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The following comments are for "Speed"
by Abbie

In retrospect i'd have put in a different ending, the ending is suposed to be slightly disjointed from the rest, its the come down and it has to happen quick. The flow of the rest of the poem is supposed to be fast, the Speed as you feel it so to speak but when things go wrong its fast and harsh. I'm not quite sure right now but it does need sorting.

( Posted by: Abbie [Member] On: April 19, 2002 )

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