The Not Really Embrace Of The Race!

There is a race going on. One that has to start at the crack of dawn. If dawn even has a crack. But we did that at our shack. We did a race or two too. Damn, what are we to do?

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Damn, wrong channel.Next I'll be selling flannel. Flannel with a little cat hair.Could be a hit at my lair.
Hmm, the idea stuck.Come and spend a buck.Buy it now now now.It will really wow.
Sorry, can't ship yet.Don't blame this pet.You ordered the thing.You'll get it long after the cha-ching.
I just wanted to sell.Sell and be ever swell.You bought and I win.That sure isn't a sin.
Go do yoga and stay calm.Come on, move that palm.Now bend that tush.Breath in and push.
Hmm mixed up there?Damn that cat hair.It got in your face.But continue the yoga race.
Do Warrior Three.Faster, faster for me.I have to beat thee.I beat you to Tree.
Let's watch the movie soon.Let's watch it at noon.You and I in the same spot.We'll sit on the same cot.
I'm watching it faster.You're slower than drying plaster.Does plaster even dry?Bah, I won the race on the first try.
Do you race when there is no race? Do you watch a movie faster with any embrace? Can that actually be done? Fast forward doesn't actually count as watching what's spun. Doesn't yoga and race kinda not mix? Is that an oxymoron playing tricks? I'll let you humans race the stupid things that come to pass. So much better just to relax my little rhyming ass.
Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.