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By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   She waits, uniform in hand,

Her mind set on one thing,

And one thing only.

The gun goes off,

Forceful strides,

Relentless running,

Never stopping.

I stand amazed,

Her strength is inspiring.

She circles the track,

And as soon as the race has started,

She has finished.

Another triumphant race.

She's smiling between gulps of water,

I still stand shocked,

Wondering,

Thinking,

If I will ever be as good as her.





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