The Race Is On
On your mark set go
watch them race around the track
wind bustles as they fly pass.
Standing by the fence
bare skin feel's the embrace.
Squeeze your eyes open
try to catch a glimpse
just a blurr as they go fast
-miranda lambert-
Copyright © Wandering Butterfly | Year Posted 2011
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