Understanding a Snitch

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Fast as light I shoot across the field of flags

head wiping wildly around searching

looking up I see a streak of green, just dodging a club

the chaos of green and red swirls like a storm around me

a glint of gold i spy from the right

is the checkered flag that starts the race

two arms reach out for the gold medal

grasping first wins the game

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