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Testing at Indy

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He lay awake that night

full of anticipation,

dreams finally insight

due to his dedication.

 

The morning made his heart

overflow with deep passion,

more stunning than a groom

in his black Nomex fashion.

 

Smiled and inhaled deep

molecules of methanol

touched his hypothalamus,

he heard the old brickyard call.

 

He pictured the stands full,

his soul woke with engines' roar,

he felt it deep inside,

it is what he is living for.

 

The cockpit embraced him

with protection and with love,

he was finally home

as God watched him from above.

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