I revved up my glossy green motor
Ready to run my usual rota
I sped along in delirium and delight
My jumpsuit felt lovely and light
I felt I could gallop from dusk to dawn
As unbridled as a Unicorn
Without my heavy clothes and school’s safety rules
That wear me down like whizzing whirlpools
The air rippled my jumpsuit and ruffled my hair
Still, I rallied on without a worry or care
I whooped and whistled as loudly as a lark
This flight beats last year’s trudge round Central Park
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