Racing Green
All the places my eyes have seen
And all the places which I've been
I'm lucky to have lived a dream
Within the Valleys of Racing green
The sunsets and the sunrises
The unexpected lifes surprises
Within the city of the tower rises
Parks of racing green, are urban disguises
The road and rail tracks that crisscross
Hopes dangle from dental floss
Like pancakes they freely toss
Landing in Racing green coloured moss
To me it's a sign of life in death
A ‘something' when there's nothing left
A sense of Humour within the jest
In the Racing green coloured chest.
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