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The rush you get when you tip forward enough to fall And then your arms move like the wind Your striding forward on the ***** of your feet Standing tall Chin up Wind rushing all over your body This is a run
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
The joy of running
The rush you get when you tip forward enough to fall And then your arms move like the wind Your striding forward on the ***** of your feet Standing tall Chin up Wind rushing all over your body This is a run
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Nov 20, 2014
Nov 20, 2014 at 2:26 AM UTC
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