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289. Running

The pounding of soles
Upon the ground
Feet moving fast
Legs pushing forward
Stretching their muscles
The finish comes at last
The race goes on
The runners do tire
The end comes in sight
Competition approaches
The sprinters duel
Fatigue succumbs to might
Only the winner
Crosses the line
Victory taken in stride
Consolation follows
Even losers rejoice
Triumph in personal pride


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