Laps

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It's just one lap at a time,
Though it could feel like a crime.

The laps seem to extend,
As you're on that final bend.

Round and round the wild track,
Waiting until you aren't in the back.

The track shrinks and grows
And, as every runner knows,
The finish line will soon pass under your toes!

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