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Speed
2004-03-27

The sun just shows,
the gun fires,
you run hard, fast.
You take the lead,

you hang on.
The first mile - easy;
the second harder.
Next, the kicker.

The third - where you -
will win - or lose.
you become sore,
sweat! bright! pain!
-breat-hing - la-bored,

You near the end,
you push - time.
The adrenaline,
the rush, WOW!

You take the finish,
the win, you hurt.
Nothing like it, nothing.
You want it again,

but you don't want the,
pain - of it - again.
the sweat,
the labored breathing,

the heat,
the brightness,
the sore,
when you stand

- these -
there, that is when,
you will win,
the race.

James O. Stewart