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Need For Speed

Member since 2003 · Posted 3 Nov 2003 · 1 comment

Running with grace, Running with might, Ready to take off into flight. The wind in her face, The ground under her feet, This little filly has a need for speed. Running in races near and far, She'll challenge you in a race no matter who you are. Down to the wire, End of the line, Another gear she must find. She digs in deep and takes a mighty leap, She won! But the prize she doesn't need, For she simply has a need for speed.

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[n/a] <{Baba^Yaga}> 3-Nov-03/11:57 PM Reply
Let me guess? Poetry is your passion outside of growing petunias.