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Feet fall under Never in front That right knee straight No music Steps softly snapping Toes stretching to grab more sock. I pace to be reminded Sore hips tingle for That aging runner's personal stretch No medal of honour A purple heart. Work day morning shower Then sweat at work an hour Daddy why is he running? Faster than walking. Didn't care to explain The airy chant of Restlessness and frustration Exhaled with the most Commanding push Posture long since ruined So tuck that tailbone Head back Your neck had better hurt This is you at your best A familial love And the same lack of visits.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
The boy who ran everywhere
Feet fall under Never in front That right knee straight No music Steps softly snapping Toes stretching to grab more sock. I pace to be reminded Sore hips tingle for That aging runner's personal stretch No medal of honour A purple heart. Work day morning shower Then sweat at work an hour Daddy why is he running? Faster than walking. Didn't care to explain The airy chant of Restlessness and frustration Exhaled with the most Commanding push Posture long since ruined So tuck that tailbone Head back Your neck had better hurt This is you at your best A familial love And the same lack of visits.
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Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 4:13 PM UTC
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