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I jogged, one foot after the other, Lungs wide open to welcome, Breathings of the warm evening air, Eyes stung at the touch of Cruel sweat, saturated and salty. I jogged, a flat branch overhead, My left arm reached out to touch The tree and its clippings, Dwindling down the serpent's throat, Though my fingers were amiss. I jogged, against the moving air, Soles hitting the ground aloud, Bullets firing as if the sound, Outpacing the farthest person, All was fair and square.

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Date: 6/17/2016 10:43:00 AM
Good one Julia, I like the jogging rant... Skat
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