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Joe The Dare
FD Francis Duggan ( / )

Joe The Dare

He drives on with his boot down to the floor
At speeds of 180 kilometres an hour or more
And he pass all other motorists as if they are standing still
And he slows little as he drives uphill.

For him it's just another sunday drive
And at such speeds even the luckiest don't survive
He ignores the road signs 'slow down and drive with care'
And he dice with death the one called 'Joe the Dare'.

At a tight bend he did not brake and slow
And there the reaper was waiting for Joe
His car left the road and crashed against big tree
And he die there on the highway by the sea.

Just twenty one years on his last birthday
One well might say that he threw his life away
His parents, siblings and his fiancee left in tears
And the grief will stay with them perhaps for years.

He'd used all of his good luck for good luck doesn't always last
And he was one who loved to drive too fast
And a headstone in cemetery inscribed with a brief prayer
In memory of the one called 'Joe the Dare'.

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