Score the racers on the flats of the dead runs,

as the saddle is the girth of the sending Winds breezing the thundering louves,

on the bark their is the rollers on the establishment of tenders Ringing grants,

break Fast Order of the Gate on the Mother earth of Dirt,

a deal that scopes the Mud!!

The frog between the V,

 on the pick,

 is the foot of the strength that cores a sponge,

 in scene to Splines,