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The Runner
As I watched her run,
Sometimes a slow jaunty jog,
At times a blistering pace
That had her dog and the sun
Doing double takes,
I wondered...
What she was running from,
What she was running to,
Or was she just running
Because the body
Is meant to move
And this grove
Kept her internal clocks
Ticking all in time.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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