Hot Wheels

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Poetry Games # 9
Subject: Favorite Childhood Toys
 

From as far back as I can remember one toy had appeal;
I had a big collection, and I loved my Hot Wheels;
I would play with them every night, and up late I would stay;
When my mom fell a sleep, she would become the highway;
I remember they bought me a city and for hours would I play;
I remember I had a cop car and speeders, they would pay;
Other times I was the speeder running from the cop;
I would always loose them by pulling into my shop;
Sometimes I was a dad taking the kids for a ride;
Not knowing where I was going, I let the kids decide;
When I got a little older my parents bought me a track;
I always was the winner because challengers speed they did lack;
Even until my early teens for hours I would drive;
Having hundreds of horrible crashes, but always would survive;
Now that I am an adult and even my car has a loan;
I still remember the day, when all the roads I did own.

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