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by Purple Jan 11, 2007 category : Special events / other poems
My hairs out of luck I see through the strands As they jump out of place I forgot their bands I forgot them again In my backpack once more I'm heating up now And my legs are getting sore I didn't train at home And I can feel it now I was lazy and unmotivated I lost my old power I'm miserable and hot But I'm happy to be here Running with these strangers Fills me with cheer I like running in circles Long or short lines A simple release From bad or sad times If I can remember the ties That keeps my hair back Then I could stay cooler Circling the track I'll come home tired With sweaty hair in my eyes But it was worth it No way I could deny