Troy

He woke up after the lighting lightning of the gas with the long mask face

The bloke was ready for the fighting fightning, the fondness and task of the thoroughbred class race

No joke, off the couch he stood up as old horse the mighty, calm at last was his pace

He penned a note, his dream made him say crikey, but his wake up alarm, (so fast) no longer had him as Koala the brave

Off his face went his long mask disguise

And with grace he was sent to the lawns, the track grasps, of the event (with pride)

- Avalon Dakota

- 6/22/25

- 12:52pm

- Troy

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