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At The Traffic Light
His car and mine stood head to head,
While at the traffic light;
That light was glowing brilliant red,
Into the dark of night.
We revved our engines just to check,
Their readiness for flight,
As we both waited neck to neck,
To race into the night.
The light turned green, and we shot out,
Like bullets from a gun,
While others stared with open mouth,
Watching our reckless run.
'Tis funny how as we grow old,
We tend to sober some;
For now I'm not foolishly bold,
The way I was when young.
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