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Hello, Mr. Hare, go easy on me

For I am just a mere tortoise

I wish you luck, my furry friend



The crusty road spits in my face

My backly weight stretches its arms

I step upon the track



I walk my burden through the sped

Opponent still far ahead

My thoughts drip like sweat, venturing the world



Wait up, Mr. Hare, my legs are old and grey

I don't believe the looking glass when it tells me I should stay

I commend you like a race horse, Don't rest away the way



I beat thee Mr. Hare, I've reached the finish line

I laugh into your sleepy face

I chuckle stones upon your back

I giggle figs under your arms

I bellow thunder on your brain

I'm not a sore winner