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Aug 2014
My shirt smells bad,
My socks are wet.
I stand on my porch,
Covered in sweat.

My headphones in,
Music blaring.
I slip off the shoes,
That I am wearing.

It's time to relax,
I'm done with my run.
I don't think I'll do that again,
It wasn't fun.
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