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Young Kelly was a man of speed,
Would ride his motorcycle for that need.
He'd go quick and brisk,
With little regard for the risk.
But one day, not far from a casino,
He hit a car in the city of Reno.
The collision was a shocking sight,
And he flew through the air like a kite.
Kelly was not badly hurt, lucky indeed,
And learned his lesson about speed.
He chose to ride more cool,
And be careful, to not end as a fool.
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