10-18-99
Through colorful skies,
Mighty T-Bone rises
to evil’s surprise.
Razor, a plight-loving demon,
targets in on the phantoms
blowing their schemes to atoms.
With the dihedrals’ vast size,
No altitude is too high.
Such heights, I hope to fly.
“Razor, sly guy, give me a try.
We can sense danger in our eyes
And ride for luck where it lies.”
“T-Bone, vanishing in the sun,
May your race be won,
Let me, like Razor, be a son.”
Now we ride,
Three allies side by side,
In morning or evening tide.
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