Friday, November 12, 2010


One word describes it…
Forty-three drivers buckle into their cars,
Racing at 190 miles per hour,
Taking each turn like it’s the last.
Lap after lap, trying to figure out how to get to the front.
Hearts pounding, sweat running down faces,
Intent on finishing the race.
Crew chatter is blocked out with determination.
Nothing else matters but finishing first.
As the checkered flag waves, who will it be?

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