One In Three
Round & round,
Where they stop,
Only time will tell.
If the clock can keep up?
Me in the 20 yard dash.
Myself at it again!
I,
Never know the speed I'm traveling in.
And their off!
In the head?
Crisscross into the crossfire.
Can they do it all in one day what takes a lifetime?
What's this?
Doesn't look pretty!
More like ugly.
What does my eye see?
And smacked in the middle,
Three in one,
Pile up!
And the game is forfeited by the impossible!
Next time it is better to just let one do the job,
Because cloning only leads to collision trouble.
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