I rode in my mommy's car.
The other cars drove by.
The others cars made a whirring sound.
My mommy's car made me sigh.
For her speed-o-meter,
Read such low figures,
I felt sad,
But for her it didn't matter.
But I sat in my seat,
Enjoying the scene,
When my mom proclaimed,
Look out there.
At the whirrrrrrring cars.
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