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The race begins, the runners launch, From her starting block, she is off. Speeding forward, circling the oval egg, Keeping your head in the game is all it takes. Winning the weather of weapons, means killing the time, All that matters is finishing the rhyme. One lap is slayed, three more to defeat, Images of victory lie near her swift feet. Water diamonds pour from the skin of hers, She wipes her hand across her tan armor. Daydreaming consumes, threatens to take, All the effort she has ached. Memories of chasing friends afar, And how it made her just as she are. Fighting her way back to the race, She pours it on for one last pace. Defeating all defendants, of the dark, Her brown stars zero in on the mark. Exterminating the exercisers, she could do on her knees, Rather it was beating the breaker of trees. The dragon was no match for her gear, Once she pierced all the passionate fear. The home stretch has come, With all her might and muster, she runs. Crossing the finish line, she is victorious, First place it is, the fast the furious.
emofishy added this comment 2008-11-04 21:03:47-06:00
wow amazing did you write this?
emofishy added this comment 2008-11-04 21:03:47-06:00
wow amazing did you write this?