Come on guys it’s time to break free, now’s our chance, just follow me.
As a group we’ll race to the edge, together we’ll form a big wedge.
Everyone follow this course, without any remorse.
When we get down, we’ll all head to town.
Downward we’ll run, away from the sun,
Follow this path, or feel my wrath.
Cunning we are, it can’t be far.
Faster now, don’t slow down.
Come on Joe, you too Fred,
Larry, get out the lead.
Almost there, smell
the air. One more
stride, we’ll be
able to slide.
Something
is wrong,
it’s taking
too long.
I need a
bicycle,
Oh no,
we are
an
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Copyright - December 2003 - Emerson Sollars
Posted as an unpublished work.