For Raffles A they say the last lap is the hardest they say that you will want to stop but though i will cry to the finishing line i will laugh when i reach the top
and the glint of the medal will spur you and the touch and the smell of the gold there is no time to spend on the wasting there is no time for you to be told
for the time that we spent in the waiting for the time we spent in the hold there is nothing like the long a-wasting there is nothing like a fire gone cold
they say the last lap is the hardest they say nothing; we will not stop yet i will cry all the way to the finishing line and i will laugh, yes, we will laugh at the top
poemegrenade
Friday, April 14, 2006
For Raffles A they say the last lap is the hardest they say that you will want to stop but though i will cry to the finishing line i will laugh when i reach the top
and the glint of the medal will spur you and the touch and the smell of the gold there is no time to spend on the wasting there is no time for you to be told
for the time that we spent in the waiting for the time we spent in the hold there is nothing like the long a-wasting there is nothing like a fire gone cold
they say the last lap is the hardest they say nothing; we will not stop yet i will cry all the way to the finishing line and i will laugh, yes, we will laugh at the top
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Produces: Poems and short Short Stories
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