A chariot of horse and cart,
carrying you to mountain top.
Higher than initial start,
Driving here just never will stop.
Ditch the chariot, a new ride,
Horse remains but hitch a buggy.
Travel faster its got a glide,
In full sleeved clothes it is mugy.
Drop the horse, combustion power;
a new machine, a grown man's toy.
A stair up in driving tower,
Thrilling races for girl and boy.













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note: bugy is supposed to be buggy. a typo im sure. oh how i hate making typos lol
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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I am a lost soul desperately trying to find his way in this world of twists and turns.
Have faith. Keep hope. Dream big.
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I refuse to have a battle of wits with an unarmed person, so I believe you are free to go.
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