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Racing, growing and never knowing


Well not to long ago

When I would run in a race I was always slow

I did'nt have a blast

because when I raced I was last 

It stunk because I wanted to win 

but my chances to win were always slim

but years went by and things were the same 

until one day racing wasn't that lame 

I wouldn't win, but I wasn't in the back 

the kids that were fast now were last

I notcied that years had gone by and that was okay 

Because I never would have won back in the day!

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