Jumping in, quickly
Gunning the engine, fast now
Speeding off blurring.

Joy riding happy
With windows rolled down, hair flap
With the wind whipping.

Fly on breeze, on land
Gasoline power, burning
Wingless flight and soars.



Gloom 99

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