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Passing the Baton

I take my place on the track
Ahead of me, the distance I have to run
A shot is fired, the race begins
My heart is racing with anticipation

I grab the baton and run with the wind
The first steps dig, until I find my pace
I cross the finish line, with a fulfilling grin
I look up, thankful and praying to place




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