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136. The Race

Lightness of feet
Swiftness of strength

Sinews and muscle
Extended to length

Colors flapping in the air
Warriors racing fast

Hands waving wildly
No one wanting to be last

Heads pushing forward
Voices crying aloud

The thunder of hooves
Cheers of the crowd

In seconds it is finished
The victor having won

Tomorrow starts afresh
Another chance to run


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