It's not the first time,
That several hours have passed,
Without the noticeing of mine,
That you have know how to run to go fast.
It's not the first time,
That i have realised,
That severed now,
Is the knot which between us ties.
I'ts not the first time,
I've looked out the windows,
And met the glanceing gaze,
Of a stranger as by he goes.
It is the first time,
I've tried to win no races,
And waited till my time will come,
Waited in weird places.
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You need to write more about chickens.