Running
Running,
Running is a way of life.
Its a job, a lifestyle, maybe your wife.
Its a sport like no other.
You love it like your brother.
When I dream I dream of running.
I have goals that I know i'll achieve and they deal with running.
This sport is like war.
Only the strong survive.
But if you stick with it you might like it
Maybe love it.
Its the sport I love.
The sport i'll die for.
Respect me and my love.
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