I found my kit
Its in the drawer,
My running socks
Are in a ball,
My leggings
Pocket in the bum,
My shirt says on the neck,
Go Run!
My running shoes
Are on my feet
My music is in mp3
I am running to the beat.
And though I huff and blow,
and run a bit slow,
at least I go.
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