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The turtle, Sheldon, hides inside his shell He thinks of war, he thinks of hell He knows not why so many die He only knows he can only cry Sheldon wants so much more than this slow pace He wants to win a fair and fast race He challenges the Hare and all the forest laughs He feels the hurt but stays on his paths One leather weathered leg at a time His best foot forward, no care for the chime His determination passes the Hare's sleep Waiting him at the finish line is his best friend, the sheep

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Date: 4/6/2009 7:15:00 PM
nice poetry i enjoyed it greatly
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Date: 1/11/2009 11:46:00 AM
unique poetry. great story telling and I really enjoyed reading it and thank you for sharing.
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