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a short note

I was not fastened by my chin strap buckle to the nine year old girl's head.  In she and her cousin's haste, haste to race the dusty Westside, I sat loosely trying to do my best to sit in position.  As the pair revved and gassed their engines up and down the dry earth that July Saturday morning the strike of the wheel hitting a concealed hole flung the nine year old to a bloody dusty stay, I failed to do my job...  The Red Helmet.