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The Runner With fierce determination on his face He spans the running track beneath his feet, His lengthy strides consistent, keeping pace. The runner - focused - does not feel the heat.
A bead of sweat starts trickling down his face The crowd is screaming loudly with delight Like nothing matters but who wins the race The finish line will soon be in his sight
The track is long but this has been his dream The runners start but he is far behind He pushes hard and goes to the extreme He breaks the tape; he is the one who shined
He sits back as his dreams at last unfold He won the race and finally got the gold
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In the Winter Max Johnson
There were places we would go Laughing and playing was so much fun! Playing in the rain and snow
Making snowman just to show Through the knee-high snow we’d run There were places we would go
Where we went we did not know We always came back home at one Playing in the rain and snow
Hot chocolate and marshmallows Exploring more when we were done There were places we would go
Snow would seep in through our clothes It was so cold we’d want the sun Playing in the rain and snow.
Oh so hard the wind would blow Our noses and toes the rain would stun There were places we would go Playing in the rain and snow
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