Sunday, 5 January 2025

Progressively


 









He’d got a car for Christmas

He couldn’t wait to have a spin

Revving up outside our house 

It created quite a din

 

In seconds he had taken off

Never looked behind 

Road grit ticked our windows

In the fading distance whined

 

All alone with his adrenaline

In the moments of last minutes

He took the bend and flipped away

Outside the city limits

 

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