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Rain thunps down hard and soaks

Underneath and inside my shoes 

Narrow paths fly through the woods and over the hills

Next runner sanks to the muddy floor and clutches her stomach

I squnit my eyes that are attacked with the relentless gnats and pouring rain

Nevertheless, my burning eyes catch the finish line and I never 

Give up as I now sank to the ground - but with victory

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