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My uncle has a country placeThat 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 FreightTo far outside the Wire,Where my white-haired uncle waits.Jump to the groundAs 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 debrisThat hides a shining car.A brilliant red BarchettaFrom a better, vanished time.I fire up the willing engine,Responding with a roar.Tires spitting gravel,I commit my weekly crime...Wind-In my hair-

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