The Race

I feel my feet pounding down on the ground

The crowd is cheering but I hear not a sound

The clock is ticking as time flies past

My breathing gets harder as I go fast

My legs start to numb as I get tired

My arms do hurt and my feet feel like fire

I pick up my pace as I run round the bend

Just a straightaway left, I am nearing the end

I feel the relief as I cross the finish line

And let out a grin because first place is mine

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