Off track
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The McLaren sped off from the grid,
Just as his predecessor did,
But then the raindrops fell like bricks.
The McLaren sadly stuck on slicks
Began to slide about and lag
And never reached the Czech-ered flag.
Crumpled up and smashed to bits,
It sadly turned into the pits.
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