My uncle has a country place
That no one knows about
He says it used to be a farm
Before the Motor Law
And on Sundays I elude the eyes
And hop the Turbine Freight
To far outside the Wire
Where my white-haired uncle waits
Jump to the ground
As the Turbo slows to cross the borderline
Run like the wind
As excitement shivers up and down my spine
Down in his barn
My uncle preserved for me an old machine
For fifty odd years
To keep it as new has been his dearest dream
I strip away the old debris
That hides a shining car
A brilliant red Barchetta
From a better vanished time
uncle
waits
turbo
towards
weekly
through
surge
stranded
valley
straining
shrieking
shivers
shifting
white
screaming
scented
responding
nerve
motor
mechanical
debris
across
weathered
sunlight
crime
machine
dearest
bridge
alloy
slows
haired
cross
commit
chase
sundays
gleaming
drifting
engine
mountainside
ahead
preserved
better
willing
shoots
laughing
deadly
limits
landscape
drive
where
country
chrome
tires
brilliant
before
spitting
aware
place
another
metal
about
freight
turbine
desperate
outside
dream
suddenly
strip
borderline
excitement
elude
every
fifty
fireside
vanished
giants
gravel
joins
music
ground
spine
adrenaline
hides
shining
knows
years
riverside
around
lanes
leave
leather
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