Rally Cross
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Tyrone Wright, Grade 7
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Poetry
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2016
The massive clouds of dust,
Chaos on the track,
Pushing to the limits,
There is no looking back.
You get up early on the weekend
Although you want to sleep
To get to the track on time
So you can have a peep.
The cars go extremely fast
Just like aeroplanes
When you are catching up
That's when you've made gains.
Last time that I went there,
Jeez it was a ball
My dad got second place
That was best of all.