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Whilst I was riding early last eve a peculiar thing happened you'll scarcely believe just to the left out of the corner of my eye I caught some motion it was a surprise the squirrel was fast along the fence top did he run along at breakneck speed I chuckled to myself but it did keep pace it was clear to me it wanted a race A race it would be man versus beast defeat by the squirrel was not to be I could sense the challenge in it's beady eyes down the boulevard we did fly A man did approach I veered to the left he looked astonished the squirrel just leapt over the branch that suddenly appeared I took the advantage and increased my speed half a block to go then the fence it would end me and the squirrel were neck and neck racing for pride who would be beat we increased the pace hearts setting the beat then it happened, a scrabble and a squeek the squirrel had crashed into a tree the poor little guy didn't see the branch that had snaked across his narrowing path the end of the race it happened to be but defeat for the squirrel brought no pride for me I laughed to myself and shook my head and then I thanked God for all he had sent.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
The Race
Whilst I was riding early last eve a peculiar thing happened you'll scarcely believe just to the left out of the corner of my eye I caught some motion it was a surprise the squirrel was fast along the fence top did he run along at breakneck speed I chuckled to myself but it did keep pace it was clear to me it wanted a race A race it would be man versus beast defeat by the squirrel was not to be I could sense the challenge in it's beady eyes down the boulevard we did fly A man did approach I veered to the left he looked astonished the squirrel just leapt over the branch that suddenly appeared I took the advantage and increased my speed half a block to go then the fence it would end me and the squirrel were neck and neck racing for pride who would be beat we increased the pace hearts setting the beat then it happened, a scrabble and a squeek the squirrel had crashed into a tree the poor little guy didn't see the branch that had snaked across his narrowing path the end of the race it happened to be but defeat for the squirrel brought no pride for me I laughed to myself and shook my head and then I thanked God for all he had sent.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 8:34 PM UTC
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