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Nov 2014
The trees look like statues
And we're on a roller coaster ride.
We go fast
Because it is a race -
I think we're going to win!
I think were going to win!
The other cars will be sad,
With their people inside.
Go faster Daddy!
Go faster.

The end is like a wall.
So this is something I said when I was 3 1/2 riding down the freeway. I recently found it and decided to post it. I don't remember what I meant by "the end is like a wall" but it sounds kinda ominous
Clara Romero
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Clara Romero  Montana
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