Starter's pistol cracks the
tensioned silence
Runners push off the blocks...
nostrils flared
Crowd responds....adrenaline
sent forth
The race is on
But, I will not run today
I will saunter, sashay
Meander in meditative sway
This a way and that
a way
Perhaps a hike of the foot hills...
gray
Hey, sorrow, get outta my
way
I've got a race to
not run today
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