Go Karting
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James Rowe, Grade 6
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Poetry
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2007
People watching me.
Flung round a corner.
Fly past my dad.
Thrown to the side.
Feels like someone pushing me into a wall.
Sirens loudly screeching.
Lines of tyres like punctured holes around the track.
Lights flashing.
Time to stop.
Slowing, s-l-o-w-i-n-g down.
STOP!