Everyone else was driving charriots of fire
I had a fast rubber ball the size of a tyre
running me across the stony highway south
boosting me over the dust with prowess
sending me careening over the long straights
until it ultimately went flat, thin and deflated
I'd arrived down south unfamiliar dusty and sore
holding the remains of an inflattable rubber ball
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