2009092003 - c2009 WLC
A hole in one shoe
Stone in the other
Pays it no heed
As he runs with another
No looking back
Not one single grumble
Listens to music
Unafraid of a stumble
Keeps moving on
Like there's no tomorrow
Tired, though he is
Can't imagine any sorrow
Crossing the street
Crossing the line
Looking up, he just smiles
He's beaten his time
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