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Marathon Man

Running, running, running faster Trying to stave off disaster To keep from losing in this race It's time that I picked up the pace Breathing, breathing, breathing harder Hope I don't end up a martyr My lungs are burning, legs are weak The finish line is all I seek Cramping, cramping, cramping woes I'm losing feeling in my toes I know it's not a mortal sin But Hell, I came in last again

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Date: 8/3/2023 7:46:00 AM
A wonderful poem. I could hear my feet hitting the pavement in the rhythm. The last line caught me off guard a little. I was ready to jump up and cheer thinking you would catch them all. You may not have won the race, but you definitely won when it comes to writing.
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Randy Freie
Date: 8/3/2023 10:42:00 AM
Thanks Jerry, sometimes I like to take you in one direction, then flip the script to catch you off guard. But if you'd prefer the Scooby Doo ending, the last two lines could go like this...Though I didn't win the race, I'm proud I came in second place. Thanks again for your feedback Brother.

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