Flying down the highway,
swerving To and Fro,
signal showing which way,
direction I will Go
Car handling nicely,
as I Cut and Veer,
In and Out of traffic,
knowing when to Steer.
Others seem to notice,
my high rate of speed,
moving Out of My way,
is their greatest deed.
Exit ramp approaching,
tires start to Bark,
pulling up the driveway,
until I finally Park.
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