A little girl, a little small for her age.
A little to slow for the field day race.
Momma's waiting at the finish line, and wipes the tear drops from her eyes.
She says ...
" You did just fine honey, thats okay. Sometimes life's just that way. You're gonna lose the race from time to time. But you're always gonna find... you can't lose me. Bet your
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