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I was standing on Flamingo,
I watched her run, and she won,
Through telepathy, she contacted me,
"Momma, watch me run!"
Ow, what grace I am given,
Grace to be able to stumble upon that race,
What haven't I forgiven myself for,
The sorrow and tears,
I can't recall, but certainly something went wrong.
What would she want with me,
Ow, she wanted me to be there to see her seed,
Ow my gosh!, she wanted me there,
My tears are emptied,
What grace I have been given.
She contacted me.
