Mar 2014
Thoughts race,
With thundering hooves of grace.
Upon the solid ground.
With a twist of pace,
They won the race.
My mind is.
Go.
Go.
Go.
With thundering hooves of grace.
Upon the solid ground.
With a twist of pace,
They won the race.
My mind is.
Go.
Go.
Go.
Rhyme of randomness
