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Dragons Race
by
Griffin Winney
Into the air dragon released
his powerful cloud of smoke and grease
Broken glass, plastic bags, lay around him
they surround him
He fears none and feels not
make no mistake, he got the rot
In a rush of fury, with eyesight blurry
he leaves the ground, the judge, the jury
Lost sparrow flight, blind and fast
dragons dragon, he hits the glass
Again he released his cloud of shame
into the air, this madness reigned
For the dirty glass and empty sacks
have made his hart, burn pitted black
Faster, faster, so high in flight
he races now, past wrong, past right
Dragons plight still up ahead
This race is not won, until he is dead
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