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#302491voted by our readers
By ThatRedneckKid SILVER
Collierville, Tennessee

Engine roaring, Spirits soaring, Out here there is no deception, Drifting all turns with perfection, Pistons pounding along with my heart, Both set rushing by the kick start,...
ThatRedneckKid SILVER, Collierville, Tennessee
7 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
&quot;Life is tough, but it&#039;s even tougher if you&#039;re stupid&quot;<br /> -John Wayne


#302492 Poetry
By SeanWrites BRONZE
Wyckoff, New Jersey
SeanWrites BRONZE, Wyckoff, New Jersey
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#302493 Poetry
By Anonymous
#302494 Poetry
By Nonamer BRONZE
Spring, Texas
Nonamer BRONZE, Spring, Texas
3 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#302495 Poetry
By goaty GOLD
Cannon Falls, Minnesota
goaty GOLD, Cannon Falls, Minnesota
11 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#302496 Poetry
By D.610 SILVER
Seymour, Missouri
D.610 SILVER, Seymour, Missouri
6 articles 0 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
&ldquo;All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.&rdquo; <br /> ― Plutarch

#302497 Poetry
By sk8er691969 GOLD
Elizabeth, New Jersey
sk8er691969 GOLD, Elizabeth, New Jersey
10 articles 0 photos 1 comment

Favorite Quote:
It&#039;s better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what your not.

#302498 Poetry
By Grace Risucci BRONZE
New Hartford, New York
Grace Risucci BRONZE, New Hartford, New York
2 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#302499 Poetry
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By Pozzoan BRONZE
Troy, Michigan
Pozzoan BRONZE, Troy, Michigan
4 articles 0 photos 0 comments
#302500 Poetry
By jennybear16 SILVER
Gibraltar Road, Michigan
jennybear16 SILVER, Gibraltar Road, Michigan
6 articles 42 photos 2 comments

Favorite Quote:
Blind eyes can look at me and see the truth<br /> Remember when getting high meant swinging on a swing at the playground, and the worse thing you could get from boys was the cooties. Mom was your hero, your worst enemies were your siblings. Race issues were who ran the fastest, war was a card game and the only drug you knew was cough medicine. The only thing you would ever smoke were the tires on your bike. The only thing that hurt was the skinned knee, and the only things that could break were your toys. Life was simple and care free, and yet all we would think about was GROWING UP