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At a Snails Pace

To him life is just another tradition Although' You will never see him past you by You will see him at the beginning Of a good race But, he is doomed to come in last And that is not so very odd Because you just can't seem To tell them apart, And some how he just seem' To do it with grace This particular person Is never in your face - What not is so very odd -is- That you can see him slide An pace right by He always' leave a trace As he proceed with his race - He is my favorite work horse Even if he doesn't win another race And yes he is a winner And is always' too the chase He never comes' in second place GF

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011




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Date: 6/4/2011 6:21:00 PM
horses gotta love um or hate um? LOL Light & Love
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