I am a spunky girl who loves to run,
I love to run, always beneath the sun.
I hear the wind soar past my ears, bringing my senses alive with fire,
I taste the bitter salt as I soar past the sea, never to tire.
I am a spunky girl who loves to run.
I dodge the traffic and run the lights,
I smell the coffee and the darting mice.
I breeze past old ladies dressed in big red hats,
I kill the time by counting the passing cats.
I am a spunky girl who loves to run.
I speed by the aging old trees,
I never stop to be stung by the corrupt bees.
I shiver as a gust of wind blows at my back,
I don't breathe as I hit the pavement with a smack.
I pick myself up, brush the hurt off,
I know I'm okay, despite the painful cough.
I jog around a playful group of four,
I notice their smiles - one looks like a boar!
I love to run, always under the moon,
I feel the breeze brush softly against my skin - the end is soon.
I shrug the sweat off my face,
I have reached the end of the long, graceful race.
I am at my peak of love - the love for this game.
I am a spunky girl....who loves to run!
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