They drove, top down,
Wind whipping their hair,
Tearing their eyes up,
Still they smiled,
Grin etched on their lips,
Arms outstretched,
Whooping and laughing,
With no destination,
No responsibilities,
They had the road,
They had spunk,
Spurred on by excitement,
Freedom was at the tip of their fingers,
The summer was just beginning.
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