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Boogity Boogity Boogity


Oh say can you see by the dawns early light. Let's go racin' boys! He bellows with all his might. The green flag goes up as the track comes alive. Each fan with a beer of which none are deprived. The caution goes up as I make this left turn. All the fans go wild to smell the rubber burn. I catch my breath while pit crew does their stuff. Back out on the track the drivers get rough. Advertising stickers cover my car, but without their support I wouldn't go far. I now see the leader, need some clean air. Just a few more laps and I will be there. Bumpin' and draftin' my way to the front. Passing three wide, now that was a stunt.  Crew Chief did well, got me to that finish line. Up in the winner's circle, the victorys mine.  

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