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FINAL LAP
With uncommon vigor I started the race.
Anxious for my checkered flag to unfurl.
But feeble I struggle to keep up the pace.
Yearn to collapse in a tight fetal curl.
Before the starter's gun sounded some runners withdrew.
Where's your courage? I cried with broad smile and a chuckle.
Every callous word eaten, laugh with vanity flew.
All my muscles now aching and knees poised to buckle.
The final turn rounded, finish line now in sight.
Determined to get right back up if I stumble.
If awarded last place still I fought the good fight.
Inscribed on my trophy, *He learned to be humble."
Anxious for my checkered flag to unfurl.
But feeble I struggle to keep up the pace.
Yearn to collapse in a tight fetal curl.
Before the starter's gun sounded some runners withdrew.
Where's your courage? I cried with broad smile and a chuckle.
Every callous word eaten, laugh with vanity flew.
All my muscles now aching and knees poised to buckle.
The final turn rounded, finish line now in sight.
Determined to get right back up if I stumble.
If awarded last place still I fought the good fight.
Inscribed on my trophy, *He learned to be humble."
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