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Jun 2017
No race ends..... with
The sound of the starting gun
There are no short cuts
In the long run
In any contest where you find
You are the only one
Time may create measure where
You may finish long before you're done

Pace yourself
When you race yourself
Then the trophies you gather
Will overflow the shelf

To learn is to grow
And every race that you know
That you are a winner
If you move on as a beginner
Again and again you can win
Because it's been said
Everything that is old
Can be new again
Keith W Fletcher
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Keith W Fletcher  68/M/Oklahoma
(68/M/Oklahoma)   
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