Olympic Hurdle
The arch she holds is quite Roman
The barrel of my pistol is elongated
Click---Click---Bang; the race has begun
Swerving, maneuvering, and dodging
Joined at the hip on the last lap
Cramps begin to set in
Only one will survive
With her intuitive mind she turns right,
leaving me left
Breaking the finish line tape dramatically
Welcome to the winner's circle
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