Number three runner
rounded the final turn -
heart pounding in sync
with his pain-racked legs.
Reaching his mark, he surrendered
the baton to his waiting team-mate's grasp
then collapsed full-spent to his knees.
Still panting, he toweled his face -
glancing up to watch his friend
sweep first past the finish line.
Gathered for a hasty camera snap,
the team locked arms in a victory clasp
that only a bonded quartet could share.
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May 30, 2026 at 5:47 PM UTC
Number three runner
rounded the final turn -
heart pounding in sync
with his pain-racked legs.
Reaching his mark, he surrendered
the baton to his waiting team-mate's grasp
then collapsed full-spent to his knees.
Still panting, he toweled his face -
glancing up to watch his friend
sweep first past the finish line.
Gathered for a hasty camera snap,
the team locked arms in a victory clasp
that only a bonded quartet could share.
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