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Monday, May 28, 2012

Single Lap Race

One lap
To win this race
To make a record
To set the pace

I've got the stopwatch started
Don't watch the clock
It will steal your mind
So hang onto your frock

The lap may number one
But it's a long way round
Things can change
Decisions abound

You start off alone
Others gather as you go
But you end it alone
Just as you began so long ago

I can see from where I am
That you are halfway around
With halfway to go
Optimism abounds

Your cup is half empty
Your cup is half full
You're optimistically pessimistic
It's even embroidered on your shirt of wool

Just your luck though
Your shirt it's red
And if there is one thing we know
Is that red shirts end up dead

But nary a worry
My timey wimey friend
You've got ages ahead of you
Before you reach the end

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