Cross country practise
poem.
I'm standing on the corner mostly
everyone is running. I can see the sweat
running down peoples faces. When they get
to the end everyone is exhausted. and then
they complain that they are sore!!!!
This is a lovely reflection as well as a poem. When I read it i wondered if you could have set it out in a way that reflected the words. I imagined this:
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dripping
down
people's
faces
As if the words were the sweat - do you know what I mean?