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two stroke

The sound of the engine
It makes a roar
Pop the clutch
In first no more
I shift to second
Then to third
I feel the speed
I feel the cold
My eyes are watering
My hands are numb
The 125 is sleek
It’s fast
It’s a two stroke engine
I’m done riding
I’m not on any more



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