Dast and Furious

April 29, 2009
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Racing down the street, speeding far from the police, my heart is racing.
Butterflies in my stomach, flying fast through trees, concentrating on the street
Sirens everywhere, not knowing what's happening, it’s a mystery.
Speeding in my car police surrounding my car, the mystery ends.





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