The Race
My feet are set I am down and ready My brow breaks into a sweat But I keep my focus steady Bang! My heart leapt with the shot My adrenaline began to flow My blood ran hot As I let my body go My feet were flying Though I knew not where I kept on trying To beat that tortoise over there In the end my pride overcame I slept while he won the game
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