When the whistle blew,
I took off running,
Jumping every hurdle-
Impatiently, it's true.
With the race underway,
I dash and dodge,
Adapting as I go,
Rivals, will rue this day.
Wet shirt, fists, and brow,
And heart pounding,
Slow me not,
For I'm nearly there now.
Within my sights, my due.
Nearing my goal and victory.
Though in my haste,
I forgot to look, for you.
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