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09/05/11(Mon)10:43 No.29391401I love cake.
Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Hooves pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags go up.
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.
They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Apples burning fast on an empty belly,
Reckless and wild, they pour through the turns.
Their prowess is potent and secretly stearn.
As they speed through the finish, the flags go down.
The ponies get up and they get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one mare,
Still flying and trying as fast as she can.
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somepony left with the cup.
But she's flying and trying and hugging the turns.
And thinking of somepony for whom she still burns.
She's going the distance.
She's going for speed.
He's all alone
In his time of need.
Because she's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
She's fighting and biting and riding through the course,
She's going the distance.
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulbs, no wine,
She's haunted by something she cannot define.
Bowel-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail her, impale her with freight-train force.
In her mind, she's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping in time that her memories will fade.
Cause she's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
She's fighting and biting and riding through the course,
The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somepony left with the cup.
But she's striving and flying and hugging the turns.
And thinking of someone for whom she still burns.
Cause she's going the distance.
She's going for speed.
He's all alone
In his time of need.
Because she's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and flying through the course
She's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
She's fighting and biting and riding through the course,
She's going the distance.
She's going for speed.
She's going the distance. |
