Pacing around the tracks
Winners from first to last
Ribbons to even the one who lacks
Behind the trail of runners
Poeple glorify this day
Everyone in this race
Remain in their place
For the runners were neither slow or haste
Fore she merly walk
On her wheels
In a cart
She pushed her way to finish with her heart
Silence stands around
For she sits to recieve her medal
Why a medal, for each leg were a wheel
She walked steady even without a heel
Slowly arouse cheering
Slow motion of clapping
For she walked with the runners
Tears of joy, talk of merry, She didn't stood running
(4-7-10)
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