Runner
Im not as strong as the others
but I can run twice as far
Its the grit in me that tethers
my will to my legs on the ground
Id fly if I had any feathers
sometimes I think that I have
a stash of drive in my love handles
thats why the wont go away
theyre full of the firey rumble
that pushes me on in my stride
It feels good to be a runner
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